|Here is a collection of artwork from our gallery that highlights the advanced level of art work!|
Welcome to the WolfSpirits group here on DeviantART! We are a group focused primarily on sharing the love and passion for all Wolf related art, WereWolves, articles, and any and all wolf related things! We welcome all mediums such as traditional, digital, artisan, literature, etc.
WolfSpirits originated as a Wolf Role Play pack hosted on mIRC (Internet Relay Chat) and has continued to thrive throughout it's 12 years whichhas been going on since then. We strive to feature, and promote outstanding artists and share the love and passion we have with these beautiful and most often time mis-understood creatures. We welcome you to join us here on DeviantART or you are welcome to visit us over at WolfSpirits.org as well!
|Featured art for the group of WolfSpirits. You will find submissions posted here by members of the group!|
Winter WolfWinter wolfWinter Wolf by Aetherwolf76
Cast of crystal, gray on white
Argent weaving, threads of night
Sylvan temple, Bless the rite
The hunter walks the trail
Gilded vision, silent stride
Freedoms spirit, natures pride
Voice of instinct, deep inside
In homage all is still
Raise your voice, to vaulted sky
The wild rings, within your cry
In hopes of answer, you will try
To call the silver moon
Gazes meet, a bridge of sight
Kindred souls, within the night
A frozen moment, bound in light
My brother, Now I know.
The Wolfen Prince - Part IThe Wolfen PrinceThe Wolfen Prince - Part I by Clawz-chan
“Burn him now!” They cried. “We must burn this warlock’s sin away, purifying this town once more!”
The whole village was gathered together in the square in a frenzy of hatred and cursing. A young boy, no more than thirteen, hung tied to wooden cross with his head bowed. He was being tried for witch craft and heresy.
Many townspeople claimed that he could reach into their minds, reading their thoughts, tempting them, and exposing their secrets. He would summon spirit to tempt and conjure works of the Devil, and the
Prodigy chapter 5:godsI felt Trilla make a sharp turn and for a moment I awoke. Likely she just moved elegantly around a tree or large stone. Something of little importance. I hoped. It could have been a group of wolves and she wanted to stay away from those of our species. But I did not open my eyes to see if I was correct. They simply stayed closed and drifted back into unconsciousness. Fresh blood still dripping from the shredded wound on my back. As well as the one on my stomach. I tasted it too. A busted gum made sure to keep the salty flavoring in my mouth. It was oddly tasty. My mind seemed incapable of comprehending that this was my own blood, and every second that I coughed it up, I was dying. I probably shouldn’t even be sleeping. As with sleep, death wraps its tendrils even tighter around me. But I didn’t care. No matter how much my soul didn’t want to die. My body wanted to sleep more. A vicious world we live in where one has to fight his body with his soul. That was when I felProdigy chapter 5:gods by jamestmattingly