Female Spirits Novels & Stories

So, I grabbed it. 'OMG YOU'VE BEEN TEXTING SILASON ALL THIS TIME.' I screamed. 'I've got a date tonight.' Huh tonight. I was confused but I realised it was 8 in the morning and I haven't got any sleep yet. I sipped on Ser's coffee to keep me up. 'I hope you know that it's sisters before misters.' 'Bros before hoes.' Adelina continued. 'Chicks before dicks.' 'Bellas before fellas.' 'Ovaried over brovaries.'

Demika feels the spirits clawing within her, their voices chanting in languages older than any she knows, their raw energy coursing through her like an unstoppable river. Memories not her own flash before her eyes. Her mother, burning in a fire she could not control. Her grandmother, surviving her awakening, the same wild magic swirling around her. Demika realizes, in her agony, that she is no ordinary vessel. She holds not only her own power but that of every woman who came before her—a cauldron of magic, each spirit adding its own element to the torrential storm within her.

One dressed the bed while the other cleaned the entire room mainly mopping so a fresh scent filled it. We both washed as Douglas and his girlfriend undressed. It would be getting in between their privacy in the normal sense but we were not mortals. We were spirits and both are my children, my descendants so I did no wrong in staring right at them. Douglas caressed his girlfriend's unclothed body, she let out pleasurable moans. I imagined the sweet pleasures I'd derive if I was in such a case but No, I'm a spirit and a goddess as such.

“This is something I need to find out and find out quickly. Before I could, I was attacked. It was a dark spirit, the darkest being I had ever seen. A lady. Long hair with sharp claws. She seemed to have experienced a lot.” “You sounded...” ASP Wong quipped. “I am speechless.” Her giggles were scratching on my ego and made me feel stupid. She is ridiculing me. “You are trying to fool us. Spirit?” "I am serious and I am not doing all these for money, Madam!" “Please do give Anthony some time to prove himself. He has a track record.” The Colonel intervened. The room was silent and when I had the attention again. I spoke “There is a universe out there, bigger than ours and though unseen to our

“This is the last thing I need right now.” “The mystic,” the male spirit whispers against my ear, and I close my eyes, shaking my head. “What is he going to do, huh? He’s not the same, you know. He gave all that up.” “Impossible,” he replies in that ghostly, low tone that skitters up my spine. “She needs an outlet for this power,” his female companion says on my other side, but she’s further away. “She’ll fade. She locks so much of herself up.”

One of those famous ‘grey’ areas for me, I'd say. Although totally un-Ellislike — that’s middle-sized, a redhead, and to put it bluntly, busty — I’d always had my fair share of boyfriends — and sex. But for a while — even before Ellis’s arrival — I’d been right off men. Well, not completely off them. I’d fancied one or two, but always the same type. Slim, effeminate guys who reminded me of women. And when I’d put my libido on auto and fantasised I’d always dreamed of pulling women. Until the very last minute, that was, when a rather wacky thing seemed to happen. If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex?

They knew my ability so they trusted me. Taking a deep breath, I focused my eyes on her flat stomach that was covered by her dress and her corset before I started uttering the words to execute my ability as the Goddess of Fertility. Even though we were spirit goddesses, there were still limits on our abilities. Each of us had our own roles as the spirit goddess so we must fulfill them properly. We do have different roles and our ways of living were the same as what it means as spirit goddess's roles. "I, Sicilia, the fourth daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Fertility who must bless this woman named Noblete and her womb so she can begin to conceive a pup soon that she and Atticu

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

WARNING!! This chapter contains explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. Reader discretion is advised, as this chapter may be disturbing. *** “Your wish is my command, baby girl,” Sebastian purred as he slapped the dildo against Isabella’s clit again before pulling it away, tossing it onto the bed, and spitting directly onto her pussy. Her walls clenched, her slick dripping even more as the warm spit slid down her folds. He leaned in and slid his tongue deep into her pussy while pinching her nipples to make them even harder, earning a loud whimper from Isabella.

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.