Feral Spirits 소설 & 이야기

“In a different place again, on the same night as the second group, the third Reds group carried out their ritual. On the sixth night, the spirits of white tigers came in a rage because they were annoyed. The singing of the callers soothes them, and the wailing and sorrow of the Reds touch the souls they are calling. That is how it was, and then the third Reds group had the trust of the spirits to guard half of their essence. “However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of th

My brothers were helpless; they couldn't see the spectral tide or understand the sheer gravity of her nightly wails. A guttural snarl ripped from my throat as I barged into her room, the door slamming against the wall. Every muscle in my body coiled with a murderous ire. I saw red at the heartlessness of these entities—souls who had once been human, yet now acted like parasites. Kaida lay broken and exhausted on the floor, yet the spirits continued to press against her, overlapping her supine form as they vanished into the afterlife. They offered her no reprieve; as soon as one transitioned, the next forced its way through.

I motioned for him to continue. Caius stepped forward. “For years, my father has been tracking patterns: Feral movements, anomalies, sightings. He believes their recent attack was no random resurgence.” I crossed my arms. “Ferals vanished four years ago after a brief appearance. They’ve only just returned. What patterns?” “My father believes they never left,” Caius said. “After the last Moonwhisperer’s death, they didn’t retreat into dormancy as history claims. They’ve been here all along. hiding, growing stronger, and building numbers.”

- The day where students do a ritual to get the Fera they are destined for "Igreja dos Deuses"-A temple where the Dea and Deus of Mundo da Fantasia are worshiped "Womb of Feras" - A Basket held by the statue of Dea Natureza, The Goddess of Nature. The Womb of Fera spawns a Fera destined for a Fantasian.

“Have the spirits been captured yet?” Luna Meria was horrified. “What spirits?!” Luna Sandra’s tone became mysterious. “There are spirits in this place! You don’t know. Every day, they crawl out to threaten me, especially at midnight. They have long tongues, red eyes, black hair, and they wear white clothes. They are the five mothers, the five mothers! They come to claim my life! It must be them! No, it could also be the third lady... Yes, it’s them!”

When the mist thickened, blurred human faces faintly emerged within it. There were white-haired elders, ferocious-looking strongmen, women with torn garments, and crying children. They twisted and struggled within the fog, stretching pale hands toward those who passed by, their mouths releasing shrill howls. Yet the moment they came within one meter of Carl, they were instantly burned into nothingness by Heaven's Breath. These were all departed spirits who had trespassed into the Mystic Mountains, trapped here for thousands or tens of thousands of years, becoming part of this land's terror as they endlessly lured later arrivals toward death.

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.

Every beat of my heart sent another wave of heat through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to stay upright as the light from the bowl spilled over, painting the world in gold and red. The moon above seemed to pulse in rhythm, its glow intensifying until it filled the clearing with blinding brilliance. Somewhere beyond the roar of my own pulse, I heard the magician’s voice again: “Blood to bind. Flesh to change. Spirit to awaken.” I felt something shift deep inside, where thought ended and instinct began. My wolf wasn’t there yet, but something was, a whisper, a shadow of her, pressing close to the surface.

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

"First off, what's even beyond the spirit realm? Ghosts?" The high priestess stared at him for several seconds, causing Axel to look away awkwardly. Eventually, she sighed lightly before she responded. "The spirit realm is beyond that, Beta. Yes, the spirits of our dead wander into the spirit realm, but it has so much more within its depths. Dark entities and beasts roam there. Ancient magic, both dark and light, exists there."