Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

They grabbed me, dragging me away from the crowd as laughter and jeers followed and my cries for help went unanswered. They didn’t stop until the village lights faded and the trees swallowed us before shoving me to the ground. “Run, whore.” Marissa’s voice slithered through the trees, smooth and poisonous. She tilted her head, lips curling into a sneer. “Run if you don’t want to be torn into shreds.” A sound split the night—horrific, unnatural. Snap. Another. My stomach lurched as the two girls around her convulsed, their bodies cracking, twisting, stretching. Bones snapped like branches, skin rippling, tearing. Fur burst through, teeth lengthening, claws gouging the earth. Their snarls rose

She grabbed the cup of coffee from the table and sipped from it. Life was getting complicated for her. She was watching a different world, seeing her different identity, new and dangerous creatures. She didn't want such creatures to come in her nightmares. She was a werewolf and her wolf was hibernation under a spiritual spell. The magic sedated her werewolf for an unlimited time, but that spiritual magic also provided her with a unique power to sense good and bad in humans, and a good part of it, it also worked on this real world's werewolves, vampires. She did not know which creature she'd face next. It'd be good or bad. The time would reveal. She blinked and stared at the opened book in h

“Silas! Who are you to barge in? “This is my home. I can sue you for trespassing on private property!” Spotting me, Andrew shouted angrily. Not even giving him attention, I searched every room in the apartment. However, Ethan was nowhere to be found. My expression turned grim. Andrew and Crystal looked pretty smug for themselves. “I told you it’s Karma clapping back, and you won’t believe me. “Do you still think I’d keep that worthless brat in my home?” Andrew crowed. Letting out a scoff, Crystal threatened, “Wire a million bucks to Andrew and me now.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

I whispered. “Because you are not what you believe, Jenna.” Her eyes glowed brighter, silver spilling over me. “You were born human, yes… but fate has written a different truth in your blood. That is why the bond with Brock awakened your heat. You are the bridge between worlds — human and wolf, flesh and spirit.” Her words made my stomach twist. “Bridge between worlds? I don’t understand—”

"Y o u... w h a t?" *...* "Spirits have to follow certain rules or else she would be killed. The more they eat flesh, the more strong they will be. So, there is a department working to make rules for these spirits. If a mortal break those rules, than they are allowed to eat them. For example, for Omar, if a mortal sees hima MD lay on the earth pretending to be death, than he can not eat them. For lilly, if they look at her reflection than she is allowed to eat them."

Somewhere in the spirit world all the bad spirits gathered together trying to find ways to get the baby while others want it to live so that they can use it to their advantage. There was a lot of chatter going around and the arguments got heated until one told them about Tsietsi and how he can help them get what they want. “Don’t forget about all that is protecting her.” Reminded another spirit being.

Mathias could easily get lost or trapped in the treacherous realm, where dangerous spirits were searching for prey. An HOUR is the maximum time a spirit can stay away from its body. One second after that, it becomes impossible for the spirit to return, resulting in the person's permanent death. The road to meet the water goddess was not the only perilous part of Mathias' journey. Meeting the water goddess herself presented another danger. Only those who were pure of heart and deemed worthy by the spirits could be in the presence of a god or goddess. If someone was found unworthy or impure of heart, they would be trapped and serve as a slave to that god or goddess for all eternity.

The purple of the flame indicates something specifically related to The Dark. I find them deep in the Khangai mountains of Mongolia. The closer I get, the more it feels like something is wrong. I can feel their pain, but it is so raw and animalistic, I can’t pinpoint what's causing it. Seraph runs countless miles until their scents are strong enough for a good, long howl to summon them. She waits until she feels their presence. I can’t smell Cora or Dante, but two of the Feral are waiting for me in the thick trees. When I'm sure they are watching, I shift back to my human form and call out to them.

It seemed like the cure of the purple poison was unbelievably slow. "Take this!" Purple Smoke attacked once again after she got near Ferlah. With this strike, Ferlah flew a distance of three huge pillars away. Purple Smoke went after Ferlah in a snap and was now holding her again on the neck. Because unlike ordinary people, Ferlah was different and Purple Smoke couldn't absorb her soul without a direct contact. The magic of soul absorption won't work on Ferlah. Now Ferlah felt the cruel hands depriving her for air. There was a streak of blood trailing down on one corner of her mouth. She was even more weakened that she came to a point where her vision went swirling and cloudy.