Esprithean Trilogy Novels & Stories

Other Books by Rowena Portch Spirian Saga Protected Union Legend Aeon Pneuma Illusions Fealty Shifter Spirians Contemporary Fiction Fate Be Short Adventure Aeneas

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

he says. "No! You are lying! I do not believe you, please, please do not leave me. I will never forgive you if you leave me," I cry out. "I am truly sorry," he whispers. He closes his eyes, but I can tell he has just fallen asleep as his chest continues to heave slowly. if I hurry, I can save him. I attempt to lift his body, but I struggle still weakened by the blows of the harpoons. I scream, cry, and struggle to try and lift my brother up. Finally, my body gives out and I slump to the ground my back hitting against a tree. Grabbing a fist full of my hair I release an ear-piercing scream that echoes through the night. I Look at Fafnir, trying to take a final studious glance at him. I see hi

Occupation: CEO, Founder; (Women, Children and Youths) WCY Rehabilitation INC. Father's Name: Gian Marco Santelli (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Lana Larionova (Deceased) Serious Medical Issues: Acquired Central Heterochromia (Partial), Nyctophobia (In therapy), Prone to Night Terrors and Sleep Paralysis (Untreated) Allergies: Peanuts Like/s: Maroon Dislike/s: Green Fear/s: Dark

retorted Yreth, her voice now both cold and gloomy. “I’m glad to hear it! You know, it was the Herculean Primordial Spirit’s eighth reincarnation back when Jaellatra was still in turmoil. In order to obtain the Herculean Primordial Spirit, I attempted to break through the gap and come all the way to earth. Little did I know that I had severely underestimated the power of the gap. Upon crossing over, I was immediately struck by lightning, and my entire being was reduced to ashes. Not only that, but the thought of my soul was also trapped by others! Ever since that day, I’ve been far away from my family… With that in mind, if anyone should be anxious, it’s me!”

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

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.

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.