Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

I asked no one in particular. 🎬THE EVIL SPIRITS REALM🎬 The Evil Spirits Realm is a special dwelling place for the souls of the evil beings that'd died. They truly died but their souls are trapped in the Realm so that they can't escape and if possible, claim another body and go back to their evil ways. The Realm is guarded by some people called the Guardians Of The Realm. There is an orb which is the center of the Realm's power, literally, the orb is the trap.

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

They will only see people depending on the negative emotions a human releases. "Watch me!" I said then sneered at him Spirits who live here are slowly forgetting their past lives and losing their memories when they are still alive. The longer they stay in the "land of the dead" the stronger and longer they will suffer. Spirits who are seeking purpose, living in Hatred, and Ruthless are likely to become evil and hurt humans. They are waiting for the negative emotions to appear and find an opening to attack living people. The worst case scenario, they might eat humans and absorb their souls. Once the soul dissolves inside the evil spirit, they won’t be able to reincarnate again.

"Listened, Samantha. When I throw myself at the opposite end, I want you to swim as fast as you can to the edge of the opposite side." "What do you mean throw yourself to the lake?" "I will be the bait, and you cross it as fast as you can. I will hold the fog off. Okay?" I shooked my head. "No, Samuel. I'm not going to let you do that. There must be another way. You can fly me off like you did when we are the underworld." "No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm."

JANNET’S POV “What was that?” I asked, my voice breathier and Sky stiffened at his spot. “Its the spirits of the Hollow Hills. The dead.” he said and my blood ran cold in fear. As said, I black smoke shaped into small bodies flow towards us. There were five of them and they made a crying sound, as if in huge pain. Sky gritted his teeth as they floated in front of the temple doors. “Fuck!” he cursed and I tried to think of some way to get out of this.

He furrowed his brows, ‘Not afraid, wolf-girl? ‘You’re… ghosts?’ ‘Spirits,’ the female hissed, ‘we play with the humans who dare to trespass here in The Abyss.’ Stepping back, I looked at my surroundings again, ‘In… The Abyss?’ 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.’

His mind churned, the haze of the cigarette blending with the weight of the choices ahead. Now with Finn’s arrival, the spirits began crawling and screaming as he walked among them. Aran held his breath as he watched each spirit make its final, pitiful cry under Finn’s feet. The unsettling calm with which Finn moved made the spirits tear into one another, their agony intensifying as they were threatened by his presence. Ryker’s expression twisted in fury, his control slipping as he saw Finn wielding the spirits like puppets. “Now, what the fuck is this?” he sneered, disbelief written across his face. “A devil?!”

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

From the rocky ground, vibrant green-blue glowing symbols emerge, weaving an arcane tapestry in the air. Ethereal spirits materialize, their forms flickering in and out of existence like shadows in the moonlight. With a triumphant smile, the Sorceress addresses the spirits, her voice echoing through the cave. "Feast, my ethereal companions. The vessel is weak and defenseless, unable to resist your hunger any longer." The spirits, hungry and malevolent, converge around me with an eerie anticipation. Their translucent forms undulate, drawn to the lingering essence of my blood that hangs in the air like an unspoken invitation.