Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

"So, any questions?" I thought for a moment, before deciding to ask that thing I wanted to clarify first. "What are we called?" "We are the Feralis. The descendants of The Four Godly Beasts," she answered almost immediately. We soared up higher into the night sky, which made me glance at the crescent moon that seemed so close, yet so far. When I turned my eyes ahead, I ran into a cloud which made Morris laugh. "By The Four Godly Beasts, do you mean the vermilion bird, blue dragon, white tiger and black tortoise?" I wondered and shook off the dew I got onto my wings by accidentally going through a cloud.

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

"I am talking about the child whose cries shake the earth. Whose dreams summon things that should stay buried. Whose very existence has woken enemies that were safely sleeping." "What enemies?" "The silent wolves you encountered at Riverside. The first scouts of something much larger. They were not wolves at all but void-touched spirits wearing borrowed flesh." "Spirits from where?" "From the spaces between spaces. The nowhere that exists everywhere. They slip through cracks in reality when the barriers weaken. Feed on fear and confusion and the bonds that tie people together." That explains the attack on our connection. Something's been using our bond as a doorway to get inside our heads.

“ A spirit walker is a very rare and special person that can go to different places in the spirit realm while their physical bodies remain at a particular place. It is like their soul can leave their body and fly to far away lands to see things and hear secrets. It is a very powerful gift, but it is also very scary because the soul can get lost. Naelis looked at Zoran, and she saw the shock on his face too. Then she turned back to Mira. "If she is a spirit walker, then where did she go?" Naelis asked. "Where did Vennis’s spirit go just now that caused her to faint so violently?"

"I thought I deleted that folder." We have just officially broken the Fourth Wall and entered the "Macro-Verse." The stakes are no longer planetary; they are "User-Level." The Feral Six are now physical "bugs" in the room of their creator—and they have a million souls in their pocket.

She just didn't understand this one. Not only had she seen the tree but she had seen that strange man again. The one with the green eyes, standing on a hill and surrounded by smoke, watching all the werewolves burn. She had seen that vision when Calvin became first grand alpha and just when she was forgetting about it, it came again now that they were in his house. "What does this mean?" Phiri muttered to herself as she continued looking out the window. In this vision, she had seen the destruction of her people again and after everything, the crooked tree suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She had woken up after that scene and now, she could not make any sense of everything.

Jericho I sit with Brent on a fallen tree while Amalie and the other spirits lie down and join hands. Here, at home, they’ll be much stronger than they were back at Stonewood where everything was dead. Spirits draw their strength from nature and their pack, and Breaking Dawn is alive, bristling with energy and power. The easiest and fastest way to track down Harriet is through the spirits. They’ll be able to find her the same way they found us in Nico’s broken down pack house. Spirits can travel fast and far by using astral projection and leaving their bodies behind.

On the other hand I just don't see how his offer was connected to my problem, or how it would fix it. “Going feral is about your spirit or soul being unhinged. Unbalanced. It’s about there being a tear or split. To fix this, I’ll mark you. This will anchor your soul to mine and make you rooted to yourself and your wolf” he rumbles.

Before he sees his death for the second time, he remembers the time he had a talk with his Empress, Calon Arang. “Siwa, do you know what a wandering spirit is?” Calon Arang asked. “The spirit entrapped in the supernatural realm as he has something left undone when he was dead. And that’s what makes him unable to go to Heaven nor Hell. As long as it remains undone, he will stay wandering on this realm.” Siwa replied. “Exactly, then how can they become like that?” “It’s because they are humans, the most sinful creatures the God ever made.” “And what do they always do?”

For now… A well-wisher’ Even if Zane insisted that it was nothing but a random prank or someone bluffing without knowing anything, my instincts told me it wasn’t. I just knew it in my heart that someone knew who I really was. That I was the Feral Assassin. And they promised to keep my secret for now. The hidden threat that they won’t be silent forever rang as clearly as if they had shouted that at me. And I had to silence them forever before they could spill my secret out. But what exactly were they waiting for? They could have alerted the council any time in the past three months and even if there was no proof, such a huge accusation would have warranted an investigation. My secret would ha