Atla Spirit Novels & Stories

I wondered if Athara's spirit had found its way back to me, unwilling to let go. In the midst of my contemplation, a peculiar memory surfaced, one that I had brushed aside until now. It was a conversation I had with Athara years ago, a hypothetical discussion about reincarnation and the possibility of love transcending lifetimes. Athara had been fascinated by the idea, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and longing. Could it be that her words had manifested into our reality? Could love truly transcend death, bringing Athara back to me in the form of Eliana? The idea seemed both extraordinary and bittersweet.

Adrian, not embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, asked, “Forgive my ignorance, but what exactly is a spirit spring?” Clyde explained, “A spirit spring is a celestial item usually found with a high-quality celestial vein. It appears as a stream of aura essence, similar to spring water. The aura essence in a spirit spring is very dense, so training within a six-meter radius of one is like training with a high-grade celestial vein. However, beyond this range, the essence dissipates, which is why my brother was so aggressive in obtaining Lumia Isle. I hope that makes sense.” Realizing the significant advantage he had discovered, Adrian was about to respond when Clyde added, “The water from the

He spat, his eyes glinted angrily as he stared at me, He walked over and sat on the couch, his gaze condescending as he stared at me, But I wasn't going to get intimidated, I looked down at him and my lips curved upwards into a smirk, my eyes filled with mockery as I stared at him, "What does he think he is?" I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes in disgust, "What?" Mr. Katz who was confused by my carefree attitude asked, his eyes searching my face as he stared at me, I was certain he never expected my response, I knew what he wanted and wasn't going to bend to his will.

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."

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.