Conversations With A Spirit Novels & Stories

When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.

His knees fell to the ground as if conceding and tears streaming down his cheeks, weeping silently. He breathed very chesty. “It’s. . . pointless,” he muttered to himself. Some scientist tried to get closer but immediately stopped when Dr. Conscire drew near him. They looked at each other, intensely, eye to eye. The doctor was still carrying his irritating smile and his eyes of euphoria that Praxis invariably loathed since the beginning. Dr. Conscire knelt on the tiled floor to face Praxis. The doctor approached the young man’s ear and placidly whispered a name that made Praxis’s eyes widen in shock. “Tony Cohen.”

“With the way things are, this marriage might actually last longer than I expected which is why I need you to know some certain things about me. You’ve met my family which should be enough but I want you to know more.” “Oh, okay.” She replied. She tried to read his emotions but he had none on his face, he looked so cool as he talked to her. She realised she had never actually seen him express an emotion. ‘Is he an alien?’ She thought. ‘Of course not, he is human. But why doesn't he display any emotion?’ “Blakeley.” She heard him call and she snapped out of her thoughts. “What? Yes?” “Learn to always concentrate while having a conversation.”

“They were all scared of him. The threatening aura Xaveraq exudes affects the spirits to an alarming extent. They wouldn’t even show themselves to him when he arrives in the forest.” The spirit turns back to us and tells the Headmistress something. The Headmistress stops walking and talks back to the spirit in Romanian. We watch them silently as they converse, anticipating the translation. Hunter can’t decipher what the spirit is saying enough to translate it to us, but for some reason the Headmistress does, so she’s the only one capable of communicating with her. The suspense within me as well as the whole group rises as they continue with the conversation. My wolf is silent again, apparent

“I’m OK. I just got a little carried away on a walk.” “You were spirit walking?” Melissa asked. “Yes, well, sort of.” I took the water bottle from Zane and sipped at it some more. “I read about how some humans can project their spirits when they’re awake, I tried it.” “Unsupervised?” Zane demanded. My stomach sank. “Sorry,” I told him and then everyone else. “Sorry, I just thought I’d give it a try, but it was so easy.” “You walked around the cabin?” Shotz asked. “That is so cool.”

"Yeah, repeating yourself like a pet parrot isn't doing anything for me." He let out an amused puff of air before going on. "It's when a Spirit user wields the unconscious mind of a specific host to appear in their dream and communicate with them. Technically, you are still asleep and dreaming, but I'm able to morph your dream into another setting so we can meet." "Meet," I exclaimed, my mouth agape. "You mean this is happening right now? We're having a real, live conversation?" "Well, yeah. I thought you said your sister was a Spirit user?"

he declared with a burning determination that could be seen from his fiery eyes. Something, not someone is watching us… Destine instinct tells me and I look back before running after the thing leaving Titus confused, but he follows me quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, seeing my serious face. “Something’s watching us.” I said quickly then stopped in at clearing in the middle of the deepest forest and saw something flying above. A ghost? ‘A witch’ corrected Destine as she watched the witch’s movements before disappearing. Tap… Footsteps stopped behind me and I turned to look at my mate who looked confused “What’ is it?”

Her voice is echo—ish, sounding demonic in a sense which makes my hair rise on their ends. “ Who are you talking to? ” Cassius questions, stepping away from the spirit on his own. I grab his arm and with a hard jerk, pull him behind me. The spirit’s grin disappears and a dangerous scowl takes its place. “ What’s wrong Violet? ” Cassius is getting worried. “ Who are you and what do you want? ” I sneer at the spirit. “ Tch. ” The spirit clicks her tongue and before I can approach her, she disappears into thin air.

bla bla bla. " No Vihu… I can't .. I can talk to you and help you with my words . That's it. I can't help you in other ways. Every Spirit doesn't have any powers except words.. what you see in movies and dramas that souls can do stupid things sorry in reality it's not possible we are restricted with many rules.. like me.. who committed suisse I can use my words to guide you and help you. It's my limitations. ." She explained and Vihu regretted somehow in his previous words.

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”