Fiction Spiritual Books Novels & Stories

“Besides, The Way of Ah-Tzenul says to invoke the spirit of Ah-Tzenul in your harvest, you gotta give an offering of . . . ” “Books,” she says, grumbling. “Yer damn books. That’s where you’re getting this foolishness from? Hell, I should’ve known. You sitting around all day on your fat ass, reading them damn books, stuffing your head with fool ideas about nothing at all. Why, I oughta drag them books out to the burn pit, pour kerosene over em, and burn em up, and another thing . . . ”

I muttered, closing my eyes. .... A/N : What do you think guys? In case you want to know more about the holy spirit and his works, you should read, The Holy Spirit, My Senior partner by Yonggi Cho. God bless you all.

, vampires, ghouls, and the like. Once you know they’re out there, you have to admit that God is present. That’s the only possible explanation of why evil hasn’t yet taken over the world and enslaved the human race. God makes sure that evil stays hidden and sly.” He finished off his food and put away his spork. “Balaam’s ass?” She muttered to herself, then caught her breath. “Balaam’s ass saw an angel. Do you mean you’ve seen an angel?” He grinned. “Just once, and it wasn’t interested in me . . . but still, it sticks with you.” Gave him hope in the Darkest night, in fact. “Just because God is, doesn’t mean there aren’t spirits in these woods.” “You worship spirits?” “Why would I do that?” He

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

' My Daemon makes a stupid suggestion. 'I can’t do something like that! It goes against everything I believe in... You too, asshole! I reply to my spiritual side in anger. His only response is his ironic, bastardly laugh. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

"Freda, what knowledge do these books hold? Are they filled with spells or perhaps ancient rituals?" Freda's eyes gleamed with wisdom as she nodded. "Indeed, Sandra. Those books contain a vast wealth of magical knowledge. They hold spells, rituals, and incantations passed down through generations. They are a treasury of wisdom, offering guidance and insights into the realms of magic and the supernatural." I absorbed the information, my mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay within those ancient tomes. With my questions answered, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my exploration of Freda's sanctum.

“I was born under the Crescent Moon, cursed with a second being living in the same body...A second spirit. An animal spirit, present in my body and soul as well, perfectly coexisting with my godly spirit,” His warm hand found mine, placing it right over his strongly beating heart, his bright blue eyes now glowing like two fluorescent gems as he so intensely gazed right into mine, feeling the beast within practically reaching to me, calling to my soul.

My desire to just go home and ride my vibrator again as I think of Adrian was so strong I had to fill my ears with earpods to distract myself. Thankfully, I was able to control it… but only for a short period of time. While I was doing some lifting, a man who had been living freely in my mind appeared in front of me. Wearing his black sando fitted in his hard body and simple maroon shorts, he stood manly with his scent conquering my nose. Shit. He’s here! What the hell is he doing here? Am I just dreaming? Somehow, am I being delusional?

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.

The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head. Lucas, never one to let silence breathe for long, spoke again. “Speaking of losing your mind,” he said, his tone shifting from mockery to something more serious. “I sought some spiritual guidance on your behalf.” He pulled a thin, leather-bound book from inside his coat. It was his pocket scripture, a book of ancient pack laws and prophecies he carried everywhere. Sliding it across the table until it rested near my glass, he told me to look at page forty-two. He tapped the spot with his finger.