Fiction Spiritual Books Novels & Stories

Better than nothing. I go out into the library, hunting through the rows of books for metaphysical and wraiths. There would be more information at Hallowhaven Academy, but there isn't enough time to go all the way there and back. Besides, I'm worried that Decan or Walsh will catch me and refuse to let me leave again. With a pile of books, I head to an empty table in the back. The first two books were all about chakras and reiki. Next three books were about sacred space, Wicca, and a fiction book about ghost hunters that had been re-shelved wrong.

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

I looked at the sets of books that cost me thousands of dollars, and hundreds of hours just to read all of them. “Yeah, Izzy,” I said as I grabbed the set of Percy Jackson Books by Rick Riordan, and I could almost feel tears form in my eyes, “these books seem like they’re harmless, but I know in myself what they do to me, and I know how much these books affect me spiritually. I need to let go of these books and set myself free from myself and my addiction.”

She honed her skills, diving into the realms of art and literature, unleashing her creative spirit onto canvases and pouring her emotions into beautifully crafted poems. As she delved deeper into the archives, Rita discovered a hidden corner where a collection of spiritual texts lay untouched. Intrigued, she reached for an old book that emanated a sense of mystical energy. It was a guide to spiritual awakening and connecting with the divine. Curiosity sparked within her, urging her to explore the depths of her own spirituality. She realized that perhaps the key to filling the void within her soul lay in a deeper connection with a higher power.

Xyla was confused from listening to all of these things. Spiritual energy… This term had always appeared in fictional novels, and it only belonged to characters that possessed some sort of mystical cultivation.

Josh orders some wine and water for the table while we keep talking. “So, what was the last book you read?” he asks me, and I really need to think about that one because I usually read SMUT, but I can’t really tell a man on our first date that I basically read porn but fuck that. He probably won’t even know it. “Heaven & Hell from Rosslyn Scott,” I say, and he frowns. I can tell he has never heard of it. “Spiritual book?” He asks, and I giggle.

“You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.” Before I could say or object to the matter the ghost boy’s hand shot out towards mine. My whole hand was on fire, it was like dry ice, so cold it burned. I shuddered and I could feel my eyes roll up. Images began to appear, and I could almost feel what was happening. I wrenched my hand away, some of the images I saw and feelings remained. I felt like I was being dragged along a dark path to a fixed light, I could feel pain from my struggles to not go where t

I frowned, “Meditation?“ She paused and nodded slowly, “Yes, sir.“ I resisted the urge to throw my hands in the air or hiss, “How the heck is that supposed to get me my money back?“ “You've not been listening, sir. It's not just meditation. It's mostly spiritual cleansing, meditation and manifestation. They work hand in hand.“ I gaped at Tabitha. I have never thought she was the type to believe in stuff like these. I took a deep breath and told her calmly. “If that is how you intend to help me, let me make it clear, I’m not into all of that…“ “Into all of what, sir?“ “Spiritual cleansing, cult shit and all. I don't do those.“ I shook my head, slightly dissapointed. “I actually thought you we

Picking him up, she carried Isaiah downstairs and left the girls in peace. After lunch, she tidied up the kitchen and washed the dishes with the girls, giving their moms a chance to relax and chat. Later in the afternoon after training, Charles came by and led Ariella to the library as promised. After their discussion last night of her unusual dreams, he told her of some ancient books that had remained in the Alpha library for generations. Mostly filled with speculation, the books spoke of good and evil spirits, their interaction with reality, but most importantly, the Interealm where they resided. Ariella wanted to know how much was factual or based on matters of the heart. Was it just spir

Our counseling sessions had continued, not because there was anything wrong going on between Damien and I but because I needed answers for future issues. "We're both growing and sometimes I fear us backsliding and giving up on Christianity because of how clueless we are." I opened up to her. "The solution to this is to commit to growing. Through more time spent fellowshipping with the brethren and giving yourself to study. There are several Christian books that can guide you on your journey and the Bible is the number one book to look to. It is God's Word." She said. I nodded, "Book recommendations?" "Sure." I took out my journal and jotted down a list of books as she mentioned the names and