House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

incinerated by the fact that the Human Spirit is Non-Digestible. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Slaughterhouse," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Third Layer was no longer a lung; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

“How many House of Conjurers are there?” “Well,” She licks her lips and tilts her head thoughtfully. “The houses as you know are divided into the first, four main elements of our race. House of Fire, House of Water, House of Earth, and House of Air. Under these four are the Sub-elements and they are divided into thirteen houses. There’s the House of Ice, Snow, Frost, Hail, and Sleet for the Water Sub-elemental's, House of Iron, Vines, and Metal for the Earth Sub-elemental’s. House of Smoke, and Heat for the Fire Sub-elemental’s, House of Whirlwind, Hurricane, and Tornado for Air Sub-elemental’s.”

’ ‘Then they would faint often and be unable to walk to the point they would be paralyzed. ‘They will stutter then after a few weeks stop talking.’ ‘Red spots like bruises would appear.’ ‘Then eventually, everything will come to an end.’ Carmen caught her head in her hands and laid them on the table. Cody was staring at her with worry and nervousness. Everything was turning around her. She couldn’t see anything and waited until she got her vision back. After a few moments, she stared at her brother behind her blurry eyes. “Carmen, there’s blood coming out of your nose!”her brother yelled, running to her. He shook her shoulders as she looked at him trying to understand what was happening.

My part was not going to be over. It felt like I had been screaming for days. My body was paralyzed in pain and muscle spasms. I wasn’t hungry, thirsty, nothing. I was nothing. Then all at once I was something. Like a little flicker of a flame during a storm. I was being guided toward a new life. Overtime that little flicker turned back into a fire that filled me with calming warmth one that I welcomed and wasn’t afraid of.

I said, and the woman began to weep. " Stupid, Stupid girl. How could you let yourself get ensnared like that?" She said, crying. ' What is the matter, Luna Tamar?" I asked her, addressing her in her official capacity. " That was how he got her," she said " Willows Wolfsbane cannot be expelled. It will kill the wolf. To kill a spirit wolf, a small dose would be introduced to weaken his or her defences. They would have to voluntarily take it in themselves. It is a way of telling the system that it is okay and should be allowed. If tried to force in, it won't be absorbed. Then an over-concentrated dose will later be administered. It would eventually kill the spirit wolf, but it would do it gra

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

She stood behind her. “Ok.” Michaela said turning to see her mother, Sabrina gave her more confidence to push harder. Michaela stared at the candles, inhaled, and exhaled before shutting and reopening her eyes. Sabrina was yet to see the fire because her attention was drifted by the flower vase that fell and shattered on the wooden floor. Michaela stared at the flames and it lengthened, almost reaching the ceilings. “You're going to burn down this house.” Sabrina said when her gaze caught the flames that were about to spread through the basement. She snapped her fingers but Michaela's gaze was still fixed on the candles and the flames didn't turn off.