Novel & Cerita Evil Forest Spirits

Iris remembered Tommy fondly, with his fat squashed face and scraggly fur, but it always ached a bit to recall when she had sent him away, when she had lit the lavender candles that bade him leave her world. Mother Hall taught Iris that the dead should never linger too long in life. Some spirits, like Rina, meant no mischief. It was habit more than anything else that caused them to flit between the land of the living and wherever the dead claimed as home. The occasional exposure to their old world even seemed to purify them, lighten them, until they didn't feel the need to return anymore. But other spirits, fueled by malice, were corrupted by the touch of their old home. The longer they stay

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Like spirit beasts, we also understand our basic abilities instinctively. Evil Title, a rare body-type spirit on my right hand. Its ability is to summon an evil-attributed spirit beast of any level and nature. The first and the last time I summoned one to help me protect against that chunni, I would have died if the two of them didn't misunderstand each other as my ally.' Chen recalled his experience. That beautiful, pitch-black tiger with a strange scorpion tail. 'The moment I try to absorb any spirit ring onto Evil Title, it will resonate and attract other evil-attributed beasts.'

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

The air grew heavier the closer they got to their destination, as though the spirits themselves were aware of their presence. The tomb’s entrance loomed before them, an ancient structure carved into the side of a mountain. A sense of foreboding filled the air, and Elena could almost feel the eyes of the spirits watching, waiting. “We’re close,” Ryder said, his voice low. “The spirits are here. We need to be prepared for anything.” With a nod, Elena stepped forward, the others falling in line behind her. They would face the spirits of sin—ancient, powerful beings who had the power to destroy everything they fought for. But Elena wasn’t afraid. She was Esther now. And she would fight to the en

There were also a few dozen spirits floating above him. The spirits' faces were incredibly pale and they had an evil glint in their eyes, making them look terrifying. These spirits had been dead for some time and trapped in the King of Death’s Cauldron. They had been absorbing evil aura all year round, which turned them evil. He inhaled a cold breath as his heart pounded fast. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. At that moment, the spirits sensed Darryl’s presence and locked their gaze on him, proceeding to pounce on him.