Encyclopedia Of Spirits Novels & Stories

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

He then waved his right hand and a table with two chairs appeared. On the table was spirit liquor, this is a legendary wine that only gods and immortals could drink. If a mortal won the lottery and got the money to buy this godly medicine, his soul would explode with the first sip of the liquid. That's how incredible this wine is. Its purpose is to expand and refresh the soul which a soul of a mortal housed by a mortal body cannot certainly hold such change. Although the man and the fat god are in soul form right now, spirits can still be taken as it came from the purest of souls; that of an unborn child, the innocents.

Rancel ordered their drinks with confidence, while Meagia looked around in awe, taking in the sights and sounds of the bar. Meagia’s sobbing had died down and she glanced around only to see the row of bottles, adorned with golden labels and topped with glistening stoppers, lined the back of the bar. The bottles stood tall and proud, casting a rich and alluring display which could only be afforded by the elites. The assortment of spirits ranged from amber-hued whiskeys to crystal-clear gins, promising a world of flavours and delights.

Irritated, I got up and poured myself a drink. The most popular drink in hell was called Spirits, which was created by harvesting the blood of a sinner and distilling it, making it into alcohol. The stronger the sinner, the more concentrated the blood, which affected how fast a demon would become intoxicated. Especially if the sinner was a priest or a holy man. The sin would be more damning, making the blood a vintage blend.

“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?”

He lifts his glass and frowns at it, “this, whatever this is, it’s disgusting. Château Claire deserves to be canceled.” “Well, well, well, it appears that the Spirits and Roses collection is not the people’s favourite. Evans, can we get your review?” He straightens his already pristine jacket; “I have encountered many wines in my lifetime. A few were transcendent. Most were pleasant, some were flawed.” He glances at his glass; “But once in a while, one encounters a wine so terribly formulated, it can be described not only as a failure of craft, but a colossal disaster. The Spirits and Roses collection is a huge stain on the New York wine industry, and I will tell you why;”

She's a waitress too, but over time, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. "Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?" She waved the black cloth she was holding in front of my face. "Top Shelf Liquor can be divided into two categories! Darks and Lights. The Darks include Scotch, Brandy, and Whiskey, while the Lights are Gin, Tequila, and Vodka," she explained once again. I nodded to move the conversation along, her words were barely audible over the DJ's music and the people dancing on the floor.