Touching Spirit Bear Audiobook Novels & Stories

The bear froze and was suddenly lifted into the air. She swiftly turned around, In search of the owner of the voice. She couldn't see anyone but she sensed the presence of another being. Her hands remained clutched together, as she prepared mentally herself for a confrontation. Witch. Her senses told her. Spirit. Her senses warned again. A spirit floated by, "Don't harm it, the poor animal is under the influence of the coven at the end of this forest." It said and vanished. Emily narrowed her eyes, but remained focused,

All whispering. “Speak to me one at a time,” she said aloud, her voice cracking with effort. “I can’t hear you all like this. I can’t help you if I can’t understand.” The voices quieted. And one stepped forward. A wolf spirit, translucent and ancient, with scars carved into its form by battle and time. Its voice was female and low, like distant thunder. “You carry what we could not. That is why we chose you.” “I didn’t ask to be chosen.”

“I... I didn’t mean to—” “Your anger blinds you, Aaron,” the spirit’s voice softened, its luminous form beginning to waver. “But it also reveals your humanity. You are not alone in your struggles. I, too, have faced the depths of emotions. Your journey is not over.” As quickly as its anger had flared, the spirit’s energy subsided, and its form returned to its serene state. “Return to the barrier,” it commanded, its voice a gentle yet firm directive. “Confront your rage, and when you are ready to face the mountain once more, you may enter.”

My fingers dug into the dirt beneath me, as if trying to ground myself, to convince myself I was truly back. I looked up. Henry was kneeling beside me, his expression tense. “Tesla?” I swallowed hard. “I—” My voice cracked. “I saw something.” Henry frowned. “What do you mean?” I sat up slowly, rubbing my temple. My head was pounding. “I was in a forest. I followed a wolf. And then—” I hesitated. “There were spirit wolves. They spoke to me.” Henry exchanged a glance with Aldric, who was watching me with unreadable eyes.

Her voice had a sharp edge to it, like she wasn’t quite buying the act. Grossman’s smile twisted into something darker. “Climbing, yes. I’ve been practicing. The mountains here have stories—climbers buried under avalanches, their bodies calling me like moths to a flame.” Leila’s eyebrow shot up. “Dead?” she exclaimed without realizing it.

Enemy of demons. My throat tightened. “I see old symbols… a sky city in the mountains… and a sea of vast red flowers,” I whispered. The bear opened its mouth again—but this time the voice wasn’t Deva Pran’s. It was the voice of a warrior. “You have made it this far, flower-bearer. The bloom is close. I told you—you would find the spirit gate.” “And now what?” I asked, bewildered, still spinning from the vision. The voice shifted again—less warrior, more like Deva Pran. I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was blurring together.

I am confident that this time you will be able to make things right. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the water's edge. The Weres floated gently down the current, their eyes reflecting the glow of the Spirit River. Each soul shimmered with a unique light, an echo of their earthly lives—some flickering like candle flames, while others glowed with the steady brilliance of stars. I felt their stories wrapping around me, their joys and sorrows intertwining with my own. “Come,” I whispered, my heart aching for the souls before me. “It is time to release your burdens. You are safe here.”

Abijah & Lila POV (In the Spirit Realm) I'm hit with the pleasant smell of fresh lavender. I slowly open my eyes and get the uncanny feeling that I am in the Spirit Realm. It looks just like Tanks' Space before he changed it. Sitting up I see this huge lavender colored wolf with bright lavender eyes staring at me! "Lila?" I ask her perplexed and she mindlinks me, "Yes Abijah, how are you? I'm sorry that I was absent for so long, and through your many hardships with the Beta." Her head hung low, closing her eyes and thick tears falling down her furry face.

She gently took Mel’s hand and pressed her palm against the thick fur. Mel flinched as her hand came in contact with warmth. The startled woman cautiously sifted her fingers through the smooth fur before letting her palm sink deeper, coming in contact with its flesh. A purr-like sound rumbled from the animal's throat, echoing across the quiet expanse of the wide cave and Mel stilled in fascination as the bear’s skin seemed to ripple and flex under her touch. Did it like her petting it? She took her hand back and looked back at the envoys. “I’m sorry. It seems like I’m here wasting time…” She cast another apprehensive glance at the monstrosity and turned back to the envoys. “Help me up.”

“Maybe you are not quite ready to meet your destiny. Perhaps, one more reminder of my power, the power of the Loa, will help you see your place in the world.” J She was naked with both the men in her. The pain was something she’d learned to push aside. And when she did, they’d stopped taking turns and abused her together. So, she would go to the place in her mind that had appeared that first time. Water surrounded her. Cypress trees grew from the bayou, and great birds called to her. The sights and sounds were so familiar. She felt like the birds were welcoming her back.