Feral Spirits 소설 & 이야기

I wanted to laugh but then I heard it, my wolf purring…Mate! What actual hell? I shook my head, disbelief twisting my stomach. “I—I’m… I’m not some… some pet!” My voice rose, weak but defiant. “I don’t belong here. I don’t… I don’t want this!” “You don’t get to decide,” he said, standing, that slow, deliberate calmness that made my blood boil. “This isn’t about want. It’s about survival.”

"It's not too late to be hopeful this can change your whole life. I had a cousin who was a late bloomer and transformed during his twentieth birthday. My family believes that something happened in the spiritual realm that made the transformation delayed." "The spiritual realm?" This was the first time she heard of it. "It is an invisibe realm where we get our spirit wolf or any other spirits from the other races. The spirits also bond and find their own partners in which the 'mate' is created. They are fated for each other no matter what refusal you have against the mating bond it's unescapable. Other than that the dead souls also wander in the spirit realm turning into a spirit wolf." Iris

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

“It’s been a long time. But yes, I believe so. They fought just like the settlers to find a place here on the land. They too would have issues with the differences in the way they governed themselves. Also, many fairies are naturally territorial. It must be hard for them to accept the differences with each group. Just like the humans. We have records that describe unforeseen natural disasters. People going missing out of the blue over the years, too. Now the ghosts within the town. That’s a funny thing. For the number of murders and other deaths over the years. There isn’t enough to account for the small population. Some have mentioned to me that spirits have disappeared. This has caused fea

"I knew that I shouldn't have bonded with you, all those dreams I have were because of you. And now this?'' Riviera waves her hand around her dirty bathroom. Her wolf sighs, ''think child, can you even see it in my mind that me or you? Better yet, we went on some rampage. No, I don't know what type of wolf you take me for.'' Riviera sits on the bathroom floor thinking. "But all those images that you showed me, all those things you have told me to do.'' "I never appeared to you in any dream.'' He replies. "Why are you even a man? Shouldn't I have gotten a female wolf since I'm female?'' ''I'm a spirit, spirits do not transcend as humans do. When your body dies we simply find the next await po

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

They encountered hostile spirits and treacherous terrain, but their resolve never wavered. Finally, they reached the heart of the Spirit Realm, where the elusive herb grew. It was guarded by a powerful spirit, its presence radiating an aura of immense strength. The spirit spoke, its voice echoing through the realm. “To take this herb, you must prove your worth. Show me your true strength and unity.” Drawing upon their bond, the group faced the spirit in a trial of combat and wit. They fought with everything they had, their abilities complementing each other perfectly. The spirit, impressed by their display of courage and unity, granted them the herb.

"Not quite. The Oracle, as you said, is only one, the universe vast. She wisely turned to the spirits of our ancestors to help us in our hour of need." "You mean you're letting ghosts choose your brides?" "The spirits of our ancestors are nothing so vulgar as your world's concept of ghosts. They are beings of energy that retain a sense of their corporeal self." Diana snorted. "Ghosts." Kor's brows drew together, and she could see him about to argue again, but he held himself back. With a pained expression, he continued as if she hadn't spoken. "The ancestral spirits, not being bound by the laws of physics that we are, can travel the galaxy quickly. With the fate of our civilization at stake,

"The legends say the Soulless were once wolves who made a pact with an ancient entity—something older than the Devourers. They gave up their spirits in exchange for power." "Can they get their spirits back?" Ronan asked. "No. Once given, a spirit cannot be reclaimed." "Then how do we stop them?" Theron was silent for a moment. "The legends say they can be banished. Not destroyed—banished. But it requires a wolf with a strong enough will to confront their leader and sever the pact." "Where do we find their leader?" "The heart of their territory. A place called the Shadowfen—a swamp where the veil between worlds is thin."

She felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, knowing that she had saved innocent lives from their feral clutches. Though a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience for extinguishing the lives of creatures that were once human, she reminded herself that these werewolves had been consumed by darkness and lost their humanity. They were mere vessels for destruction, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. Beverly had seen the transformation firsthand, the loss of self and the overwhelming power that took hold of them. It was a tragedy, but she knew that she couldn't change their fate.