Books For Free Spirits Novels & Stories

Tara persisted. “Again”, Maggie sighed as if getting bored with the conversation, “‘Tis because some of these spirits are bad and they fool the people into believing that the only way they’ll get what they’re wanting is to do it that way. Remember, there’s good and bad, greedy and generous on the spirit side too.” “This is all so fascinating!” Tara cried as she wiggled with excitement. Ignoring Maggie’s obvious desire to move on she continued, “So the words in the book you gave me? The spirits respond to them?”

It's all the things my father was trying to teach me but without a wolf, it was useless information for me to have. “We need Witches Brew and Pack Health, not one of those gross floor ones though.” Sapphire waves her hand towards the books I dropped; she’s got her nose scrunched like she thinks the floor has somehow tarnished the books. “The floor is clean and those books are brand new.” I tell her as I walk away from the counter and grab three of each book from the pile on the floor; I even make a point of taking the ones from the top of the pile instead of the ones touching the floor. I can’t change that the books have been dropped.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

People moved around them, their faces aglow with purpose and connection. Nathan observed a young man seated at a nearby bench, engrossed in a book. The title was discernible from where he stood - "Mastering Mental Resilience." Nathan exchanged a knowing smile with Miranda. They had distributed copies of the book during their event. It was a compilation of stories, experiences, and practical advice on mental wellness, created by individuals from their community center.

It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars. ‘I come here to bless this gathering!’ he boomed. ‘And bless you, Teddy, Teddy Theodore, gift of God, that your soul shall be welcome in the everlasting! God, as I wrote in my book, Love Me, Love My Fractured Spirit, available at all good bookstores, is me, and God, is you, together, there is nothing, we cannot do.’ Poor Teddy had tears building in his eyes, but they were tears of mirth, as he remembered that whatever it was that Gorham had become, it was not boring.

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

I may spend a lot of my time in my horse form, but I do change back at least once every few days to keep my human half alive, if I do not, I could end up losing myself for good, and that is something I am not prepared to do, and neither is blue. As I was drinking from a nearby creek, I heard a twig snap behind me, so I turned around to come face to face with the soon to be alpha. He looked into my eyes, and I bet all he could see was a wild spirit but deep down I was frightened! I mean come on I am only 4 in horse years.

Elena said, looking up to see the winter fairy spirit in front of her. “Is that what you think? Do you know what you're about to do? That book you possess is called the book of shadows which contains spells and magic that could lead to ultimate chaos and destruction! You must be very careful Elena when you use such spells.” The winter fairy said gazing at her. “How come I am able to read and understand these words. I know I haven't seen this kind of writing.” Elena said, handing the book to the winter fairy spirit.

"Why are you zoning out?" Snapping back to reality, I quickly lifted my glass to join the toast. Just then, Sheena approached and accidentally—supposedly—spilled her drink on me. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Harper! I didn't mean to; it was an accident! What should we do?" Sheena exclaimed with fake innocence, playing the helpless damsel. I knew it was deliberate, but I refused to make a scene at someone else's birthday party. Besides, that would only give Sheena what she wanted.

Her tense back showed that she had lost her composure and was furious. I nonchalantly took my phone out and turned off the recording function. My goal for the exchange had been to make her angry. Anger could make a person lose their rationality. No matter how smart a person was, once they lost their composure, they would do something rash. … Three days later, I was discharged. When I was exiting the hospital, I saw someone I was not expecting.