Evil Forest Spirits Novels & Stories

They could not help feeling their confidence and optimism ebb away. The boundless ghoul army suddenly divided into two halves in the middle, leaving a path open. It was a truly shocking scene, like a boundless sea making way. Several thousand armored Generals of the Dead slowly walked over with orderly steps. After these Generals of the Dead, many hundred giant Spirits of the Dead, with emerald flames swirling around their bodies, steamrollered down the path heavily. "They are... beings even more terrifying than Generals of the Dead... Can a Spirit of the Dead evolve too?"

I beamed a bitter smile realizing that forever isn’t meant for persons but memories. I stayed in here reminiscing our memories, happy or sad, sweet or mad, whatever kind of memory it is as long as with her, it made me happy. I heaved stealing one more glance at the place before heading to the dormitory. “Ghost fed up by darkness will turn to evil spirit and evil spirits who harm any human is a demon who should be executed and burnt to ashes.” Serra’s voice rang in my ears that brought me to a halt and that hit me.

She had absorbed countless remnant souls in the Stake of Exorcism, and her strength had increased so much that she could now be compared to a ghost general if she was classified according to ghost rankings. Maiko opened her mouth and sucked the evil spirit in forcefully. To her, this was a grand feast. “Pfft—” Nearly as soon as Maiko swallowed the evil spirit, Levi spurted out a mouthful of blood. That was because there was some sort of connection between him and the evil spirit. Just like sorcerers who raised parasites in Canyonland, the sorcerers would also be greatly injured when their native parasites died. “Did… Did you kill my mountain spirit?” Levi glared at Alex.

These evil spirits had never been this close to getting wiped out before. Everyone always said the evil spirits in Mournglow River were supposed to be immortal and indestructible. But right now, they'd kill to just be able to die! Aria still had those waves of vengefulness swirling behind her, but the black mist didn't dare go anywhere near her eyes anymore. She looked way more like an evil spirit than any of them did. Every step she took was pure killing intent.

It never went away; it just went underground! There were many fierce characters in the world of warriors, like the dreaded Twelve Evil Spirits. They would do anything for money, committing terrible acts. Nobody knew their real names, but everyone knew their scary nicknames. Elio's eyebrows knitted together. He knew how tough his enemy was. In a serious voice, he asked, "You must be working for someone. Who's the one in charge?"

She looks at us one by one as she talks. "And what does that have to do with us?" I say. For a while she gets silent and then continues. "Recently, I have sensed some evil spirits in the forest! Spirits that are here to take over human kind. They came in the form of normal human, but they are Vampires!" My body starts to shiver. Before I can speak, Henry and the rest of them start negotiating with her. "What do they look like?" Henry asks. She walks closer to Henry.

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.

Tyr remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “Are ghosts and evil spirits real in this world?” While Tyr was in doubt, he noticed dark clouds suddenly appearing over God Valley. Following that, an enormous devilish face appeared in the sky. It was so large that it obscured both the sky and the sun. The devilish face squashed down from the air as if the hideous devil was about to swallow the entire God Valley. Just then, Tyr noticed a massive talisman emerge from Jim’s side, fly up into the air, and land squarely on the devilish face. Purple flames erupted in the sky while miserable screams reverberated across the island.

Five witches occupied the empty seats, four of them were men, and only one woman and they looked… almost like a typical humans except for their eyes and skin. The Spirits’ eyes are all black, and their skin is translucent so that you can see the veins forming in their neck and face. Their veins were black, and so are the rest of their clothes and hair. Ernest couldn’t utter a single word. He couldn’t believe he actually summoned the entire members. He was only aiming for one of them but now he’s surrounded. For someone who identifies himself as decisive, Ernest questioned his decision for the first time but only for a brief moment.

“Dremis is afraid he will lose you; he wants you to come willingly yes?” “Yeah, how did you know that?” Abey knew the question was dumb, but she wanted answers. “Your soul is very troubled Little Dove, tonight we dance. The Elders will help guide you to find your totem and your answers,” he said pushing her down on a log near the fire that barely had a flame.