Atla Spirit Novels & Stories

“You need to have more patience, my old friend. Such tension and anxiety is not becoming of our leader in these dark times.” Delmar sighed in dissatisfaction. “I don’t have time for this, alright? This is serious! I’ve been trying to keep track of the weather patterns for weeks now but they’re becoming unpredictable. If the storm is imminent, then I need to know.” Alastor stared back down at the pit, the heat of the coals wafting along his face. “You must understand,” he muttered steadily, “the days of the oracles have long passed. Our ancestors of the Seluitah possessed greater knowledge and connections to the Spirits than all those who declared themselves their enemies. That’s why the crim

“What you mean, because of us, what did we do to anger the heavens towards Blake?” Seeing the concern on her face, Gerold got the confirmation he needed. “It’s because you are the Spirit Sprite, Tabith, Tabby, and Sylvia are the Spirit Vessels, and all four of you will be for Blake’s cultivation, and the heavens are jealous of him. There is a price to go against the heavens, and Blake will bear it for you four.” Gerold explained to Claire.

She could feel the spirits' emotions—curiosity, caution, and a deep connection to the grove. She began to speak, her voice gentle and soothing. "We mean you no harm. We seek the Spirit Relic to protect our world from a great threat." The spirits responded with a series of melodic hums, their energies shifting and swirling. They seemed to understand Lila's words, but their presence remained intense, as if testing the group's intentions. Allan's shadows flickered around him, forming protective barriers. "We need to show them that we are worthy," he said. "That we respect this realm and its inhabitants."

Not like the mate bond that I had once felt for him, but something else, something I didn’t understand. Natural attraction! Tala screeches gleefully. Ryan moves away as I tell Tala to be quiet, it was just not happening. “How would Atlas know, he wasn’t around then!” “I expect he is just like Tala and has been rummaging in my memories. He thinks it’s something to do with the Moon Goddess, that she tried to make it impossible for you to kill him without harming yourself. But he fucked up. He gave you his blood when he shouldn’t have. Atlas believes that the Moon Goddess….”

Switzer asked. "Yeah, I don't know what happened, but I think am fine now" Stella replied. And she slowly saunters back to him and hugs him so tightly. Every other member was also placed in a view in their various parts of the battle. And they all were surprised as they saw the Red Corps turning into smoke and was floating in the air. And so Wisdom was placed in a view as he was on top of the ultima wolf. He was still fighting with the Red Corps, the dusts action has not yet gotten to his location.

I'm sure it'll be strange for me. "Tsk! Please don't ignore me!" The boy finally lost his patience and moved one of the neatly parked bicycles. 'He has the ability to move things!' What have you done, Ellice? This spirit is a bad one! That's not something a typical ghost can accomplish; I need to get out of here right now!' I thought. "Ahh!" As soon as I saw the bike move, I screamed. I attempted to be as normal as possible. I dashed for the exit, passing him on my way out. I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare.

But guilt had already wrapped itself around my chest, tight and suffocating. I had taken care of the twins for years. I should have protected them better. Instead, I failed them when it mattered most. “I still don’t agree that this was caused by other entities' energy,” Atlas said, dragging a hand through his hair. “Werewolves can’t let their spirits wander freely. We’re not a fucking ghosts. Vampires can’t do it either and there have only been a handful spotted in Montavia over the past decade. Witches…” He hesitated. “Only if they’re extraordinarily powerful.”

Without a word, Veryon took off again, his speed leaving me scrambling to keep up. We burst into a clearing, and the sight that greeted us made my vision blur with rage. Two spirits loomed over Athena. One had its spectral hands wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground as she struggled against its grip. The other was worse—it was siphoning her energy, her essence, her life. Veryon's sword was out in an instant, his energy roaring to life as he sent a wave of power crashing into the spirits. The force knocked them back, sending Athena tumbling to the ground. I stepped in behind him, unsheathing my blade and positioning myself to cover her.

“No problem. I’m not in a rush, so you can keep ogling me. But the gate will close soon.” Darina’s blood froze. She hadn’t even seen the gate yet, but something told her the arrogant stranger could help her pass it. The question was—could she trust him? Her instincts screamed that he wasn’t someone to trust easily. “Who are you?” she hissed, narrowing her eyes. “I am Atlas, a spirit, and your guide. But I’m not sure I want to be your guide after you attacked me,” he said coolly. “You grabbed me,” she hissed back. “Pervert.”

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.