Fiction Spiritual Books Novels & Stories

“There’s always some way to fight. I just have to figure it out.” I flatten my hand over his abdomen. “What about your book? Is there anything in there that could help?” “No,” I tell him. “Not in mine…but there might be something in one of the books at the Academy.” I shoot up. “Watch over my body while I astral project there?” “You can do that?” I smile. “Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.”

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

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The air crackled with the energy of accumulated knowledge, and the scent of aging parchment filled their senses. Row upon row of ancient tomes lined the shelves, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories. As the pack members carefully selected books, the whispers of the past danced in their ears, beckoning them to discover the truths hidden within. Rachel immersed herself in a book that revealed the ancient migration patterns of creatures long gone, tears of both joy and sorrow streaming down her face. She felt connected to the spirits of those who came before, their journeys echoing through her own soul. Sarah found a volume that chronicled the lost art of communication with the

The tiny print and the archaic language of this book made it even more difficult. I adjusted my position so more light could go on the page and started to read aloud. “If the spirit so wicked is known to be obliterated—why not just say when an evil spirit is destroyed? Then a fraction of the wicked essence may be detached and float through the ethers until it lands on one whose humors are imbalanced.” I started and reread that section a few times. Did it mean that when an evil spirit was destroyed, it could leave pieces behind and attach to other people? What did the humor have to do with it? Was it talking about depressed people?

MARY’S POV "The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15) The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.

Hunter crossed his arms tightly. “So the psychotic void exile potentially has access to the spirit world now.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Chaos muttered. Hunter stared at him flatly. “It is bad.” Queen Genoviva looked deeply troubled. “The spirit realm is unstable enough already.” I frowned slightly. “What does the book do?” Order answered immediately. “It contains ancient transition rituals.” Cold spread through me instantly. Transition. Transformation. Ascension. Power transfer. The possibilities hit all at once. Chaos looked furious now.

Porcupines, I hate her. “If you ever change your mind,” she says, “you know where to find me. Just keep in mind, religion is for those who are scared of Hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there.” And what about those who have been to a place worse than Hell? I silently wonder. “I expect a little bit of spirituality can go a long way in our line of work,” she says. “I know it has for me. Anyway, I won’t beat you over the head with it anymore. Goodnight, girlfriend.”

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My head was spinning of all I had witnessed. I realized this evening that I should have been so much better to my fellow priestesses for so long and I regretted it all. I made a new proclamation to myself to take more notice of all of them and truly get to know their spirits in their hearts. I was even more grateful for Laura, Caroline, and even Sophia for being so brave. We agreed to speak further after my birthday ceremony and I’d hoped I could match up to all of their dreams of who my wolf could be. I was getting more nervous by the minute and thought Laura could be crazy for thinking my wolf would be powerful because after that slap by her, The High Priestess, I felt like anything co