Evil Forest Spirits Novels & Stories

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

" I ended the call without giving my family a chance to speak. Hmph! Those bastards could forget about manipulating me into doing their bidding for them by using the family card! I would never forget the hefty price I had to pay for showing them love and care in my previous life! This time, I would never repeat the same mistakes! … The distraction worked wonders, just as expected. Through the security camera, I could see my mom, Nicholas, and Millie turning to look at Mr. Welkin. At that time, Mr. Welkin had worked hard to clean up the apartment for two long hours. He had stacked more than a dozen black garbage bags filled with rotten meat and vegetables to clean out both the fridge and the

"Why do you keep hurting one woman to please the other woman? Aren't you the one who's the biggest problem here? See? I told you that you're not Finnie. Finnie wouldn't do this. He would also recognize me at once. You're not him." Finnegan was rendered speechless. "Did you know? That chapel in the mountains is a very sacred place. All wishes hung on the tree will usually always come true," I continued to write. "I made lots of wishes there when I was looking after Finnie, and all of them came true. "I made another wish when I was there again, when you made me climb up the steps on my knees. It was my final wish." Finnegan choked on his tears. "What was your wish?"

Then she heard the sound. It was the sound of a winter storm blowing through the forest. As Niamh watched, figures formed from the clouds above. Many Elves, already fighting, stopped in mid-swing to take in the awe-inspiring sight. A sight Niamh had not yet seen, even in her long Elven years. Griffins.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Yeah, they got everything while we get treated like dirt. But why blood? Why dump blood on us and run? This wasn’t humiliation. It had a purpose. Then suddenly, I remembered where we were headed. My blood ran cold. “Shit,” I whispered. Silas turned sharply. “What?” I looked toward the line of ravines ahead, my stomach dropping. “This is the carrion hounds’ path.” Everyone went still. Odin swore under his breath. Olivia’s face drained of color. “N-No…”

Now the rage was creeping back in, filling the spaces the fighting had cleared. I needed a drink. There was a bar about ten minutes away, a supernatural-friendly dive called The Crimson Den. I walked in and headed straight for the bar. The place was half-empty, just a few shifters in one corner nursing their drinks. “Whiskey,” I told the bartender. “Bottle.” He set a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in front of me with a glass. I poured three fingers and downed it in one swallow. The burn felt good. I poured another and stared at the amber liquid, my mind churning.

Brea was unrecognizable, she held fish, lifted a knife and cut it. It blood trailed over her hand unto the circle, she stood, bare feet and began to dance in the blood. Her hair flew with the usual wind in the room, and our spirits moved to the sound only to be heard by spirits. We stood up and moved, we unlocked something. Something not of this world, spirits thousands and thousands of dead evil spirits filled the room. They began to say the same prophecy "The blood of the human shall unleash great power!"

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward. Purple Smoke then pulled her hands higher above the jar along with a thick black smoke coming out from the black crystal. She was in some kind of unexplainable pain by the way her arms and the rest of her body trembled while sweating profusely. Then she pushed the black smoke towards Méah. The screams on it were even more louder and deafening, the screams of the damned souls. Their figures that took form as black smokes were as terrifying as their name. They don't have nose or hair but their whole face was only composed with two red eyes and an exceptionally wide mouth.