Female Spirits Novels & Stories

The air smelled of expensive perfume, whiskey, and something darker—arousal. A woman in a sleek black gown approached her with a smile. “First time?” Lila nodded. “Drink?” The woman pressed a flute of champagne into her hand. “Nerves are normal. Tonight you can watch… or you can play.” Lila’s pulse fluttered. “Play?” The woman’s eyes sparkled behind her mask. “The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.”

She peered down at my face, her dark-painted lips lifting in a serpentine smile. Seconds later, I could feel something stirring. I recognized that sensation, no matter how brief I had experienced it in the past. I did not see the threads of spirit as they were wielded, but I could feel them. This dark-haired Fae, she used spirit as though it were an extension of herself and I remembered what Micah had told me. Only incredibly strong Fae could wield spirit, and this woman knew what she was doing.

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

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.

I turned to see an unmistakable presence in the room. A shadowy, misty figure appeared in the far corner, flickering in and out like dust particles caught in a sunbeam. It moved with the light, ethereal and intangible, but its presence was undeniable. I stayed still, waiting for the message I knew was coming. The spirits didn’t speak in words. They never really did. It was a blend of broken language and raw emotion, a communication rooted more in feeling than anything else.

Asura was surprised to see the appearance of a spirit they did not recognize approaching them. "Who are you?" Arya Santanu asked. The spirit in the form of a middle-aged woman around 40 years old did not answer him. She floated wearing all-white clothes with long black hair flowing. Instead, the spirit demonstrated a sign language. Asura, who did not understand the meaning of the sign language, felt strange about the female spirit. "Don't trust my son, he is the real devil." Suddenly Arya Santanu could interpret what the female spirit was demonstrating.

‘You think you’ve found someone worthy of a wolf that hasn’t been able to call for one themselves? “My Beta,” I nodded, “Sophie is the daughter of an Alpha, so she should be plenty strong enough to accept a wolf… but would the fact that she prefers the company of other women keep her from having a wolf? I’d hate to think that she’d have to find a male wolf spirit when her whole life she’s been afraid of being shackled to a man for the rest of her life.” The she-wolf’s whole body shook as she laughed, ‘Sexuality is a little more fluid among the spirits.’ She smiled up at me, ‘You chose a Beta without a wolf? That’s an infinitely more interesting topic. She must be very special to you.’

I still have 6 hours to fulfill my mission before midnight comes. But this is my first time meeting the spirits without anyone beside me. I bet it would be hard for me to do this, but I have to try at least. "SHE deserves to die. She's ugly, fat, and stupid. Even her own family resents her." "I heard that she used to take pills to make her skin whitened, but it didn't work on her. How weird, right? HAHA!" "I've heard that no one came to her funeral." My ears are getting so annoyed to hear these girls gossiping about this spirit beside me. She kept on shouting her lungs out and trying to pull their hair, but she couldn't.

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.

“Do you want to know the real reason Miss Zurbrinsky is no longer with us?” Because she is dead, I thought. I didn’t respond and I think he took that as a yes. “She is no longer with us, because she is in a psychiatric ward, the ghost caused her to go mental. I don’t want to see you end up like her,” warned Whittail. “Are you threatening me?” I took his comment as a threat. “No, dear Catherine,” he moved his hand towards my face, I backed up. “I just wouldn’t want to see any harm come to a beautiful girl, such as yourself. These ghost, can be dangerous,” said Mr. Whittail giving a sly smile.