Novel & Cerita Animal Spirit Series

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

“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.”

“Six elements, huh? Earth, fire, air, water, metal, and…” “Spirit,” I say again. The five basics—earth, fire, air, water, and metal—show up in our everyday work. But spirit? That one belongs to the Maiden alone. “What does that mean? Spirit?” she asks, frowning. “It means you’ll need to channel something from a spirit. It could be a message to a living loved one. A recipe. A story. Anything, really. The hard part is finding a spirit willing to speak—and that takes time. And your trials are timed.”

They can summon animals as well? "Those are not real beasts, they are spirits that are summoned by the people who are called Card Makers. The spirits will be trapped in the card and only those who have spiritual power can summon them back out of the card. They are used as an auxiliary tool, just like the two real beasts above." And just like him. Caden added in his mind. Although now, he is not reluctant to be of help to his owner.

Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment. "I seek the indestructible Journal," Serene announced, her voice resonating in the eerie silence. "I must find a way to stop the witch named Sybil." The spirits encircled Serene, creating an invisible barrier that she could not easily breach. As she spoke, Anthony suddenly detected a primal scent in the air. He glanced at Josie, whose eyes widened in alarm. Over her shoulder, a wolf snarled menacingly, its gaze fixed on them. "Josie," Anthony whispered through their mind link. He thought they could handle it, but within moments, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of rogue

“You will also assist Arion, the Spirit Guardian, in guiding the souls of fallen Weres across the veil to their eternal rest.” A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Arion, a name spoken with reverence among our kind. The Spirit Guardian was known for his dedicated commitment to guiding souls, a role imbued with both honor and deep sorrow. “How long must I serve?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer I dreaded.

"I remember the day when you almost scorched me in broad daylight because of how skittish I was, Lord Chaol." "Mhmm. Yes, I remember. Owl is an anima spirit. His image couldn't be seen in daylight and I was only able to see him at night. Just like Yvonne." "Anima..?" Asty clarifies the question. "They are spirits of deceased animals." "Animals... I see." Asty nodded in bewilderment. "Animals can become Night Hallows too?" "Yes, they can. If humans die, most of their souls persist to live and thus they become ghosts or mirages. Most of them become extremely hostile to the living because of their grudges. The same goes for animals."

With a final arch to her back, Norwell stood well over twelve feet tall, and she was a massive golden bear. Chasm knew that Norwell's shape was a bear because he researched Earth and looked at animals. She was a bear, sure, but bears didn't get that big. This wasn't an Earth bear but an alien. Norwell was a Rosh. That's what he was looking at… a Rosh. He sucked in the swift pain. She lied to him. Norwell, his friend, had lied to him not once but over and over again. Was she ever going to tell him what she really was?

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”