Astral Projecting Novels & Stories

Pushing himself off the table he approached me, his eyes stared at my surroundings, he glanced around the room, at the candles around me, the drawn circle of salt and ash. His brow arched. “Astral projection, huh?” I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry. He looked at me then, his eyes gleaming. “You do understand that spell is a forbidden kind of witchcraft in our coven, don’t you?” My stomach dropped. Yes, I knew. Everyone knew. Astral projection wasn’t just risky, it was banned for a reason. It bordered dangerously close to the dark arts of black magic, the kind of magic that fed on life energy and soul essence.

Alondra growled, sensing something I didn’t know. Then, to my complete surprise, Hall appeared before me. Elijah immediately stood up and stepped in front of me, like a barrier. Hall laughed heartily, then he walked toward the table, and his hand passed right through it with ease. “Astral projection is a marvel,” Hall said with amusement. “I can go wherever I want and deliver the messages I desire.” “Get out of my house,” Elijah snapped, and Hall looked at me with amusement. “She’s the one who invited me,” Hall said, and Elijah looked at me in horror.

They sank in with their own feelings of love and passion, didn't realize that there were other eyes watching for their act. Langit had many things to plan along the way, but all broken when he looked at the scene that made his chest a little pulsating, the intimacy of the two people was enough to dostract his heart and mind. Langit turned the motorcycle back on, choosing to leave Green's house before another feeling in his heart grew clearer and deeper.

“.........Nunc mē videō, oculōs aperiō, et mēcum est. Cor frīgidum, animus malus, animus īgnōtus, vōs nūllam vīribus corrumpat, nūllam vīribus. Vōs adiungite mihi, per tōtum iter, per omnem rem. Per oculōs meōs, per mēnsās meās, per cor meum. Nōscō, nōscō, nōscō. Nunc, tē intrō, cor meum. Tē intrō, mēns meam. Tē intrō, animam meam. Mē tūtam teneās, per omnem rem. Mē tūtam teneās, per omnem locum” Slowly Rune found himself drifting,he looked around him to figure out why only to discover that he was no longer in the cabin. Magic had its quirks and he has seen a lot of them in his lifetime. The last thing he was going to do was to be scared. He let go of himself— his astral self — as he drifte

My arms sprawled at odd angles. But I was still here. Still aware. Just not in my body anymore. I looked down at myself. I was translucent. Glowing faintly gold. I could see through my hands to the floor below. Astral projection? Was this supposed to happen? Did the spell work? Before I could think about it more, something grabbed me. Not hands. Not physical. But a pull. A force. It yanked me upward with incredible strength. The ceiling rushed at me, but I passed through it like it wasn't there.

I was surrounded by Zander, Carson, Gabz, Cleo, Isis, and Gerry. Isis came to check my temperature. I handed her the strands of hair from Agnes and I handed Zander the antidote for Talon. "Here give this to Talon, it will help him." He kissed my cheeks and I tried to hug him. "Ouch! My fucking head hurts!" "Easy, Kitten." Gabz and the others all came to hug me. "Fuck! Why does my head feel like it's gonna explode?" "It's ok deary, it's one of the side effects of Astral Projection. The headache will ease down when you get some rest. Let us leave the Alpha and Luna," Isis suggested to the others.

Among the astral dialogues, one voice emerged with a tender whisper, recounting a moment of vulnerability and connection. In the ethereal glow of the astral nexus, she found herself drawn to a specific thread in the astral tapestry. The guardian, attuned to the cosmic rhythms, guided her toward a luminous strand that pulsed with an enigmatic energy. Without words, the guardian communicated through the ebb and flow of astral currents, urging her to explore the depths of this particular astral dialogue.

"My soul is the filter he tried to destroy. I am the only one who can feel his fear." I sat in the center of the altar, closing my eyes. My mates surrounded me, channeling energy through me. It was total protection, a force field of love that ensured my consciousness would not be lost in the astral plane. The astral projection was immediate and profound. My consciousness shot through the Spiritual Veil, a river of silver light tracking the stain of darkness that was Adrik's aura. I felt his fear, his rage, and his despair. His essence was not heading toward a rival pack or a known center of power. It was heading toward a place of ancient containment.

The ethereal leaves rustled with celestial whispers, echoing the harmonious frequencies that resonated through the astral dimensions. Victoria and Alexander, now custodians of a luminescent legacy, felt a profound connection to the celestial tapestry. The astral echoes projected by the Arbor of Astral Echoes became a testament to the enduring power of united souls and the transformative potential of astral enlightenment. As they gazed upon the celestial tableau created by their luminescent threads, a sense of fulfillment and purpose infused their united souls, propelling them to explore new astral horizons.

He stepped back, letting the wind speak for a moment. “If you sit completely still… and truly want to rise—your body can detach from your soul and make it lift. That’s what it means to levitate, when your mind has reached its great potential.” “Astral projection is when your soul travels beyond the body.” He looked at me. “The tether is what holds them together—your body and your soul. Like a rope. It keeps you grounded. But if you loosen it… your spirit can rise. The first step of astral projection is to learn how to levitate. A tether is a bond—the connection that holds your soul back and keeps it grounded to your body.”