Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

So as the wolves were swiveled around and flung away because their bodies were still linked through their tails and then Kambiri and Kamdiri were shown to be the ones behind the extraordinary work. And so as the other psyraid flies to the dead Chike as it falls on his chest and gleams so bright and whitened making Stella step a little bit far from him as the psyraid gleamed so bright and whitely to the extend that Chike can no longer be seen inside it as everyone started staring at it After some seconds the gleaming went off and made a hard sound which made Chike to rise from death as he rises up with force, sitting down on the ground as the psyraid fell from his chest and settled on the gro

“Which is why we’re going to get the council of elders involved. Zariya is a vengeful spirit and she can be an actual threat if she doesn’t get what she wants. We need to find a way to force her back to the spirit realm after fifteen days of her stay here.” “Hold on a second.” Hannah shifted in her chair. “You mean to tell me the only time we can send her back to the spirit realm is after fifteen days?” “Yes.” Azura confirmed. “A spirit can only stay in the mortal realm for fifteen days, after which they must return to the spirit realm. The elder gods have no control of the spirit until her stay here has expired. Only then can they act. Once her time expires, she will be sent back there forc

he declared with a burning determination that could be seen from his fiery eyes. Something, not someone is watching us… Destine instinct tells me and I look back before running after the thing leaving Titus confused, but he follows me quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, seeing my serious face. “Something’s watching us.” I said quickly then stopped in at clearing in the middle of the deepest forest and saw something flying above. A ghost? ‘A witch’ corrected Destine as she watched the witch’s movements before disappearing. Tap… Footsteps stopped behind me and I turned to look at my mate who looked confused “What’ is it?”

“I wish the forest killed Kylar too.” “I think it tried,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I think this river is some kind of neutral space where spirits can't hurt anyone. When Kylar escaped closer to the shore, the spirits could no longer reach him.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “And how did you get here? Didn't the spirits try to kill you two?” I shrugged. “Well, the spirits aren't gentle to anyone, but I think they kill only those who deserve to die—the dark souls.”

We all hold our hands to our ears to protect them, not quite knowing what’s happening. The white mist has some humanoid shapes within them, and they don’t make a move to harm us. Nevertheless, Kiran creates a shield surrounding us, just in case. “What are they?” I find myself asking Theon. “They’re spirits,” he answers. "Lost souls trying to find the afterlife but got stuck here for centuries." Oh. As soon as the last of the spirits gets sucked into the doorway, it starts to sink into the ground. The cracks in soil disappear, and snow gets magically pushed over the hard ground to cover it.

"Are you sure she'll listen to us? If she hasn't found the person she's looking for, there's no way she'll come to shore." "I can't just stand here and watch her get devoured by thousands of spirits." Lethe clenched her hands. "The Mournglow River is filled with the most evil spirits that can never be crossed, and you know it. "Those immortal beings have been there since ancient times, and they're filled with vengefulness. If Ms. Carver manages to summon the soul, that's fine. But if she can't, those countless spirits will drag her down into the river when time runs out!"

Fear is really a good emotion to exploit in others. “These creatures are called the Ferals and they are practically a horde of the undead.” She said and some raging voices flew up again but she continued to speak. “They are fallen warriors who have risen again as a result of dark magic.” She said and they all continued to rage and throw out random opinions, doubts, and curses. It was getting very chaotic now. “And they are here to kill the living.” She added and their wildness flew up to the max.

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

If I didn't know that Ann was a pretty truthful person and she's genuinely good, I would have sworn she was a scammer of some sort. “You're crazy.” Lana said, her blunt words cut through the room. “Look, it sounds crazy but have you ever heard of the feral herb before? The feral herb exists to do much more than agitate the spirit and body of any supernatural within a hundred miles from it during a full moon, no.” “The second and not so talked about ability of the feral herb is possession. Body and soul possession.” I saw Lana's head turned towards that cauldron, seriously staring at the black muddy mass of goo in it.

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.