Blackbird Mind And Body Novels & Stories

It looked like the divine Black Turtle was wrong. Not only could this secret realm contain spiritual bodies, but it could even take in physical bodies. When could a top-level secret realm like this be taken around by a person anywhere he went? Had the divine Black Turtle been asleep too long? Had the world changed drastically? He had experienced astonishment too often the entire day, which was quite a higher frequency than usual. "Um… Sir, do you want to try returning to your body to see how it feels? It feels awkward to be stared at like this by you. I feel like there are two divine Black Turtles here."

Russell hummmphed as Carson was plounding in his ass mercilessly. He was going numb... But he wasn’t done yet... He was still to feel Daniel. His Daniel in him just as his Bunny was inside him... His body was giving up. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to take him while in his conscious state of mind. Yet... He was greedy. He was needy... He was hazy... "I am coming bunny... Hard... Fast... Fuckkkkk there.... Do it again Bunny." Russell moaned loud. His voice was cracked. His throat was getting dry due to high pitch moans and grunts...

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

😱 Blackie rolled his eyes, and then very justly added, “We at the Bureau value you very much! The job, naturally, comes with free mental healthcare, which includes preventing damage to and tampering with your mind and soul.” Noah’s expression flipped from understanding to a touched feeling of appreciation, but before the gratitude could even settle in, Blackie added: “I mean, how would you do your job properly if you become retarded or traumatized?” “…should have known…” (눈_눈) Author Note: Today I woke up to find out that a really nice, wonderful person had popped the cherry of my ko-fi page with one huge, black... well, cup of coffee... ( ﾟ 3ﾟ )~♪

His eyes were wide open, hardly breathing, whole body had no strength left, and feeling as though his spirit temporarily departed from his body. He was like in a wide immensurable depth of an ocean, letting the water aimlessly drift his body elsewhere he wouldn’t want to know. That’s how he felt when the barangay officers brutally dropped him from the car they were riding in earlier. He could barely breathe as though his lungs reached their limit. His eyes were dimming, almost sightless. He was dizzy as well—perhaps because of the dosage of the drug the officer had injected into his neck back in the abandoned building.

“For Goddess’ sake, I sound like I’m losing my fucking mind, but I swear to you, I’m not making it up. I don’t know how I got out in the desert. I was alone. Then I saw your eyes glowing, and you had wings. Like a butterfly and I’ve seen a lot of strange shit in my life, but that’s impossible. Right?” “Bronx, I believe that you believe what happened tonight was real. The mind can be a complex thing. You can’t always believe your eyes. Especially when you have been experiencing extreme stressors like you have recently. I know that feeling. Trust me, I know.” Her tone is soft and relaxed, but her expression is guarded. She takes a cleansing breath and sounds more confident. “I also believe tha

Chapter 58 Rhys POV “Why is Mara's mind blocking me? I refused to make eye contact with black. I was swaying slightly where I was standing, my pulse rate was high. “What advice do I have from you?” I asked black to shift my weight from one foot to the other. “I suggest you give her a visit, then ask her why she is mind blocking you?” He replied, struggling a shoulder. I hum his words, I think that is a nice idea.

Spirit energy was the source of one's life, and what kept a person's body alive. If a person's spirit energy were to weaken, their internal systems would be affected too. This was the reason why some people went into shock upon hearing bad news and aged rapidly in the days after that. Wilbur activated his Iris Veritas and was able to see a spider web forged of black miasma inside of Albus' body. There was even a spider about the size of a fist on the web.

I was falling through a perfect, frictionless vacuum tube, straight down to the tectonic floor. Beneath me, the Hive-Mind’s physical core—a massive, beating heart of hyper-compressed black water and jagged basalt—pulsed wildly. It felt me coming. The velvet shadow of its psychic weight slammed into my mind, trying to crush my consciousness before I even reached the bottom. But the psychic attack didn't hit the heavy, earthly iron of the Architect. It hit the celestial silver coursing through the right half of my brain. The Hive-Mind recoiled instantly, shrieking in profound, alien terror. It couldn't comprehend the frequency. I didn't feel like a human falling toward it; I felt like a piece

Brady almost whispered as blood came out of his mouth. Khali could not perceive the sound due to the multitude of thoughts inundated her mind. The sheer volume of these thoughts was so overwhelming that it rendered her deaf to any external stimuli. As Brady’s eyes gradually shut, Khali sensed a trickle of blood seeping into her nostrils while the veins in her head seemed on the verge of exploding. Slowly but surely, the world around them descended into darkness.