White Fox Spirit Novels & Stories

They felt pity for Dakota since she will definitely be crashed. "Fight with my big one first, Dakota." Frederick patted the Cursed Gorilla. "Do well, Monstrus." The Cursed Gorilla nodded. He looked at Dakota and gave her bloodshot eyes. He was about to attack Dakota when a beam of light suddenly made them blind. When the light slowly disappeared, they were shocked to see a huge Nine-tailed Fox! That's a rare spirit beast. Although not big as the Cursed Gorilla, the crowd could feel that the Nine-tailed Fox is stronger than Frederick's spirit beast.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

I needed to convince this fox spirit that I had accepted her advances, that her dark glamour was breaking down my defenses, and that I was yielding to her unholy power. But fox spirits were ancient, predatory creatures who fed on raw human desires, and they certainly weren't easy to fool. They could taste lies and deceit on a human's tongue like iron. Where the hell did Rourke even manage to locate and summon a dangerous creature like this? “But you're a female too,” I stuttered calmly, forcing my harsh tone to soften as much as I possibly could. "How could you possibly..." I lowered my voice, relaxing my facial muscles and easing the tension in my shoulders enough to even fool myself into p

And I wanted to wipe off the dirt my parents had rubbed on me. I tucked my hair behind my ear, straightened my jacket, and forced my tired body into motion. The bus stop was cold, the night air biting. A bus came and I got on it. I quickly got a window seat and pressed my forehead to the cool glass. Each time I thought of Marcus, my wolf stirred inside me, restless. She was always unsettled when I thought too hard about him, but I pushed her unease down.

Either good or bad, if you should make something that is bad they will say the bad spirits he spread his control to your body and they way you can take it away is by consulting the white spirit that is in charge of good things. The one in charge of something bad is red spirit, lots of people used to go meet the white spirit to cure all kind of illness and other things that they do need from the spirit. I also heard they all request for power where they are about to go for hunting, they receive the power to protect themselves from anything bad they encounter during hunting, but they will surely return the power to the spirit, even though the fact that they received power from him doesn't mean

Vanessa’s pov, The next day I trained with the rest of the pack in the morning until Tomasso came for me after lunch. We walked to the gate, and I felt excited and curious about the spy mission. Tomasso had not spoken yet, but I followed him into the forest outside the property of Don Lorenzo. As soon as we reached the shadows of the trees, Tomasso transformed into his wolf form. His wolf was big with dark brown fur, but I recognized his kind ember eyes. I followed his lead and transformed into Spirit. Immediately I heard his voice speaking through the wolf bond, “Sorry I didn’t talk to you but with spy missions, it is only safe to exchange information in wolf form.”

Each wolf present in the warehouse had gotten kicked out of their packs or were survivors from rogue attacks with nowhere to go. Sienna had used that to her advantage; reassuring the wolves of a territory of their own and revenge on those who did nothing to help them. The wolves were encouraged by this, determined to carry out whatever plan their helper brings forward which unknown to them was a plan of pure greed and selfishness. A phone rang out in the warehouse, causing the man moving among the training wolves pause his steps. “Keep training, I would be back” he barked out as he removed his phone from his pocket.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

' Vee, what happened? ' The witch trapped me in the hell of the beyond. A three-tailed white wolf helped me and transported me here to wait for you,' she explained quickly. Three-tailed white wolf—Was it a spirit? The realization hit me. Nicholas did mention a white wolf in the beyond. He must have asked her to help Vee. If we got out alive, I'd thank him. ' The fur... It's lovely. What happened?' ' Zio told me to drink from a golden lake. When I did, it must have colored my fur. It healed the injuries I had due to fighting bad spirits,'