Fiction Spiritual Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

This is Book 2 from Book 1 Moments with My Devil. Thank you everyone that is continuing this journey with my characters 🥰 I appreciate all the support and I hope you enjoy reading to the end! Please leave gems to show your support of book. Ethan POV - We left that Hell in Worthington two months ago for a better life and now I wish we hadn't. I failed Alley and sitting here in this hospital after my best friend died in my arms, I knew that Christian was the only man that she could ever truly love. He was her soul mate and when you take away someone's soul there isn't anything left to them but a shell full of darkness.

"So you opened a bussiness as a counselor?" "It was my family bussiness as an exorcist. My recent bussiness was property and hospitality." Alka can not say anything anymore. Jovan's level is beyond his level, who just became a streamer and blogger for two years. "I guess you had your answer. Now, let's continue what's left, what happen that day? I tried my best to chase away the woman spirit, but it feels weird. The spirit is not the one you saw on third floor isn't it?"

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

Pushing her jealously aside, it was quite adorable to watch. Kiaan was looking through Damien’s stack of graphic novels when he held up a book. The cover was black and covered in white symbols, including the encircled pentagram he'd drawn on the floor in blood. "Is this where you got the spell?" Kiaan asked. "Erm, no." Damien coughed. "I... well it sort of... came to me in a dream." "Seriously?" Jess asked. Silence fell over the room as Damien paced, scratching his head.

Well, of course… except for Ibarra who was sitting behind me and busy reading his book. “Didn’t you know that places like this, churches, and seminaries are the ones that has the greatest number of wandering spirits and entities? Most people think otherwise since we all know that ghosts are bad. They thought they are not allowed to stand somewhere holy… but that’s where they are wrong.” Hera shuddered and moved closer to Jeremy. “Is it just me or the room is getting colder?” I swallowed the air blocking my throat. I thought it was just me who felt that.

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

“There are people in need of your special skills in cleansing their homes and selves from spirits, ghosts, poltergeists, discarnate spirits, and even demons. That is why you are gathered here even more than letting Isabella fill you in about January. I have been quietly doing this most of my life, but I need you guys to help me. Except for Joseph, you are about to graduate from one segment of your life and into the next chapter. This next chapter began with what we encountered in Isabella’s house, but that was just an introduction in a way. You can examine some of my cases if you want, or you can wait for the next ones to come up.” “You get calls about this?” Jessica asked. “Nearly every wee

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.