Fanfic Spirit Novels & Stories

Stopping to take a deep breath while remembering the last time I was with my mate, my heart ached at the thought that she was currently in danger. ‘Calm yourself, Titus, remember, we can still feel the bond, she’s not dead, calm yourself! Wolf’s voice, which I had been ignoring, was heard this time and I followed his direction, it was true, our mate’s bond was still there, she was still alive. ‘Remember, Sabrina has a white-wolf, she’s not just any woman, our mate won’t be defeated that easily. She’s the one who discovered these oddities and spies that we never expected. Wolf stated and this time I nodded, right, I can’t give up, Sabrina believes in me and I have to believe in her.

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

Zafira was nearby. Suddenly, a cold, mocking voice broke the silence. “Looking for answers, pup?” Zafira whispered, her tone challenging. “You shouldn’t meddle in matters that don’t concern you.” Alex clenched his fists. “Why did you attack Scarlett? Where are you, you filthy serpent?” Zafira emerged from the shadows, wearing a cold, calculating smile. “Scarlett?” she repeated with disdain. “That girl owes me something. Stay out of this, or you’ll learn what I’m capable of.”

Spirit grunted, annoyed, “We have waited this long what is an extra couple of days?” I turned around to walk back to the mansion, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It had been quite exhausting to fight the attraction between him and me and part of me couldn’t wait to tell him. But first, we had a party tomorrow and after that, some very important days would follow. Fate would be decided that day not just for me but for many more. I could only hope that all my preparations would lead up to a good outcome. Just thinking about it made my body full of adrenaline, so I decided to go for a run in wolf form instead of sleeping. Spirit ran for hours over the Irish hills unt

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

Spirit three fathomed. "Indeed, it is. It involves a Banshee spirit. It is after the life of my loved one, Sophia!" I answered, going straight to the point already. "A banshee spirit? Why didn't it leave the world and hang around the living?" Spirit One asked as spirit two opens a file. "It's Mauda. She couldn't return because of her evil desires that caused her to be dammed" Spirit Two related after reading her file. "How do I destroy her?" I asked.

Cora’s POV: A long and daunting name was listed on the diagnosis column—'Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy'. The senior doctor hesitated before explaining to me, “This is an incurable disease.” I was a professor of healing studies, so, of course, I knew about it. However, I could not understand how such a rare illness could fall upon me. I decided to donate my body to the Central Research Institute for further research on spirit atrophy. I carefully filled out the ‘Spirit Severance Donation Contract’, formally renouncing the right for my wolf spirit to return to the pack's sacred grounds after my death.

“I'm not coming!” “You won't be able to move for now,” Fania said with a heavy sigh. She was frustrated and it felt like she was burning with anger towards herself. “Grace Langham is the most selfish woman in the world. And I think you know why I'm saying this, right?” Celine growled in annoyance. Her teeth clashed together forcefully. Staring hatefully at Fania, Celine continued to do so.

“Never expected you to be so much fun after your wandering spirit finally returned to your body, niece. But then, it’s no surprise considering your origin. But your spirit surprised me by stealing a few years of your life from me and hiding in the mortal realm. I never thought the spirit could become flesh, but you proved me wrong.” Terror shot through my mind. I didn’t remember my life in the mortal realm. Maybe that was why I could adapt so fast based on my muscle memories and I could also read well. “Your spirit and your flesh reunited, and you’re living your life as Phiagirl days, aren’t you? But why Phiagirl? The name is stupid. Really.” the voice continued. What the fuck! It's not like