Fanfic Spirit Novels & Stories

, He explained to which I nodded. . "Why Barrett's girlfriend is here? I can understand Barrett is your beta so he needs to be with you, most of the time but I couldn't relate why is his girlfriend here?", I asked my second question. . "Well, that's because his girlfriend is a spirit. She died a long time ago.", He answered my question calmly. . "Oh! I am sorry.", I muttered slowly and felt guilty for doubting him all the time. . "It's okay." .

The answer to your question is because I already spent so much of my spirit energy on looking for traces there that now I felt dizzy. Yes, spirits take their toll. If I use more power than I could handle, I may end up hurting myself or harming in the worst way possible. To justify this, I have only one best statement that if the goddess gives you some unbelievable and insane powers, then she always sets limits on that too, so we could not burn ownself in curiosity to use that gift. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, we reached the court hall building there. I noticed a vast crowd gathered there in front of the entrance.

His thoughts were a storm, the seed of resentment already planted, fed by the dark spirit that had been whispering in his ear. Yes, the spirit was here, in the bar. And there were more. I counted about five other people in the bar who weren’t the happy ones, not laughing, not having a good time. They either drank alone or if they were in a group, they were detached from the group, weakly smiling at jokes that made everyone else guffaw. They had their own dark spirits they were listening to for some reason that was personal to them. They probably hadn’t lost loved ones in car accidents. They had perhaps lost a job and not found another for a long time. Perhaps they were divorced. Who knew wha

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

’ The male spirit played with my hair, twirling it between his fingers, ‘Humans used to have a silly habit of trying to get to the Spirit World to retrieve their lost loved ones, so it became our responsibility to stop them. I stepped back again, trying to distance myself from them, ‘I’m not trying to receive a lost spirit, I would never tamper with life and death like that. I don’t even know why I’m here,’ I shook my head roughly, ‘Oh, I’m acting crazy. I’m dreaming, this is all just a bad dream from—‘ The female spirit lunged for me and grabbed my wrist, squeezing tightly. I screamed, feeling a cold and burning sensation all at once. ‘Does this feel like a dream, girl?’ She asked angrily,

"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?"

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

I grabbed her wrist and said softly, "That's fine by me." "He's all yours now." Three days remained until the Wolf Spirit Regeneration Ritual, and three days until the end of my life. My body would break down. My wolf spirit would disintegrate in agony. I would become a rotting corpse. I couldn't help but be a little curious. What would their reactions be then? My parents, my Alpha. Would they shed a single tear for me? I doubted it. It would be a release, to no longer be entangled with people who didn't love me.

Every time I saw her, every breath I took in her presence made my control bleed out. And when she said she dreamed me— I knew we’d crossed the line. The bond was tethering us tighter, feeding off every glance, every breath, every heartbeat. The mark on her hand was proof: she’d been claimed. Not physically. Not yet. But spiritually? Celestially? She was mine. And it was only a matter of time before the universe demanded I act on it. That night, I paced the edge of the gardens. My wolf snarled inside me, restless. She was near—I could feel her heartbeat like it was my own.

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The spirit reaches out, her fingers brushing against the plush toy. A soft light envelops it, and I watch in amazement as the toy glows brighter and brighter before finally dissolving into sparkles that drift into the air. "Your sacrifice has been acknowledged," the spirit says, her voice echoing with power. "The allies you seek will be revealed when the time is right. Trust in the strength of your bond and the love you share."