Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

I didn’t. “Under the watchful eyes of the Moon, before the spirits of our ancestors, and in the presence of your pack, I call upon the sacred forces that bind two souls as one. You stand before us not as individuals, but as halves of a whole—two hearts that beat as one, two spirits entwined by fate. By blood, by instinct, by the call of your wolves, you have chosen each other. No force, no time, no death shall sever what is forged this night. Do you accept this bond, to stand as mates in life, in strength, and in loyalty until your last breath?”

The exceptions to this rule were of course Elder, Gods, Origin Gods, and Battle Gods. “I am not eager to find out,” Hildegarde stated. “Are you?” she asked sarcastically. “My curiosity wants to know this, but my mind is terrified of the notion of meeting the Reaper. I doubt he or she would be as reasonable as the Watchers.” Mane stated and readjusted himself into a proper meditative pose. Now that he had access to chaos again, he could feed his hungry Spirit. He had cultivated his spirit throughout the years, and it was strong. But it was like an empty shell. Mane had to feed it. Luckily because he only had to feed his Spirit and not work on its growth, he should experience no bottlenecks in

Should I go see it? I walked further to the south. Seeing the academy at night is delightful. The depression I’ve been feeling these days had slightly lessened as I breathe in the night air. It’s almost midnight I’m sure of it. “Well then, happy birthday self.” Cavroz Favregani’s POV “The number of sighted ‘spirits’ have gone up?” This is strange. Spirits are not that aggressive. They’re subtle creatures who would rather avoid humans even if they’re elementalists.

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

“Then the altar will reject you.” “And if it doesn’t?” His voice dropped. “Then the council’s doubts will become something far more dangerous.” Her heart thudded painfully. “What’s the second trial?” Ares exhaled slowly. “The Trial of Spirit,” he said. “You will be bound within the Moon Circle. No weapons. No help. You will face what your soul fears most.” Her breath caught. “Illusions?” “Truths,” he corrected. Silence fell between them. “And the third?” she asked.

Karen’s spirit walked towards the land of the dead in fear. She wished that at least she could get the chance to see her parent’s once again but she aslo knew that she can’t find them in that spirit world. The spirit world she was sent to belonged to the spirits who had lost hopes in life. As creatures with powers, they had been trained since their diaper days that they should always live in hope and once your hope shatters you will be punished.

Brea was unrecognizable, she held fish, lifted a knife and cut it. It blood trailed over her hand unto the circle, she stood, bare feet and began to dance in the blood. Her hair flew with the usual wind in the room, and our spirits moved to the sound only to be heard by spirits. We stood up and moved, we unlocked something. Something not of this world, spirits thousands and thousands of dead evil spirits filled the room. They began to say the same prophecy "The blood of the human shall unleash great power!"

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.

oh, I forgot our deal, please pardon me, my prince, she said with loud giggles. "you're a wolf and a fox, your wolf is stronger than your fox spirit, if the two-spirit happened to clash during any of the moon nights especially the blood moon night, you will go feral, she said shaking her head. What! my heart stopped beating and my brain stopped working for some minutes I died. how am I a hybrid "And that's not all, only Liliane and her son knknowbout this.