House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

Alive. I barely understood it at the time, but something had led me, drawn me, across lands until I reached Paris. The dark and lonely house where I now lived pulsed with the energy of ancient spirits—witches, my ancestors, waiting, and watching. It was there that I learned who I truly was. This house, abandoned by the living but filled with whispers of the dead, became my haven, my place of rebirth. The witches’ spirits took me in, training me, and I embraced the power they awakened within me. I let myself be their vessel.

As they continued to run they did not notice that they had reached the tree house. "Come on, we're up there." Said the gasp as she pointed to the hut at the tree house. They did not hesitate to go up. They still run up to the hut. The boy with a hat was looking for them because they had disappeared from the man's sight. "Wait, aren't we forbidden to go up here." Cara identifies the tree house where they are. "Do you believe that? It's not true that there is a spirit living there inside the hut so come and maybe he can see us." Shane said and she doesn't believe'd in spirits.

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

Guilt and loss ate at me with me seeing no way out. I lay on the cold floor, drifting in and out of consciousness. I lost the sense of time as everything span all around me. I kept drifting off to this dark place that had my skin shudder, it smelt and felt like death, having me kick and fight to get out. The darkness was pulling me in with the screams loud in my ears so I fought harder and harder to get out. I could not give up, I could not give up just yet. I had to fight for my baby, I had to try my best. The pull got stronger and stronger with a voice, a dark deep voice calling at me and it had me scream so loud I thought I would faint. I could feel souls drift all around me as I tried fi

“If you succeeded, you would understand that this is inevitable. Our world is coming to an end. People are like cockroaches, tenacious. They can destroy this world, and then fly to Mars or close in a bunker underground and live happily ever after. They know how to adapt. But not us. We are like trees that they destroy and cut down: we grow roots so deeply and it takes us so long to grow back. They have already come to our lands, leaving us with less and less air. The spirits will soon leave these forests, and we will leave with them. - Where? “What are you asking me, stupidity. Was I there? Ba's mood suddenly changed again to grouchy. - Well, Ba! Tell! What are the spirits telling you? - I d

“Besides, I don’t want to spend my life serving a pack that never offered me a home. Why should I shred my spirit to lead people who treated me like a ghost?” We walked toward the palace hall, the grand stone arches looming like the mouth of a beast. With every step, the rhythm of my heart grew louder, a frantic drumming against my ribs. By the time we reached the heavy oak doors, the sound was deafening. Music sounded like senseless noise and the smell of celebration suddenly made me feel nauseous. “I can’t wait for us to finally belong somewhere. Good luck, June,” Lia whispered, squeezing my hand before drifting toward the dance floor.

Three slaps, one after another, shattered the five-year marriage of Jacob Cooper and Amanda Guldner. Jacob's hair turned gray overnight due to Amanda's cruelty. Jacob had always believed that the love he shared with his wife was mutual. But then the truth came out. She slapped him three times in a row and forced him to apologize, right there in the hospital room, to the man who had once saved her life. All because that man had saved her once. Yet in his wife's eyes, Jacob had somehow become a twisted, violent psychopath. When Jacob asked for a divorce, she threatened to stick him with his dying mother's medical bills. That night, he closed his hand around her throat and pinned her aga

A bad feeling washed over me. I threw the door open, and my eyes went wide. My once-pristine leather sofa was buried under piles of clothes. Some had even fallen onto the rug, stomped over with muddy footprints. Toiletries from the bathroom were strewn across the floor, leaking everywhere. The refrigerator door hung wide open, and I spotted chips and snacks scattered all around. If it weren't for the familiar curtains, I'd have thought I walked into the wrong apartment. What pushed me over the edge—my Lego sets that I'd displayed on either side of the TV had been knocked to the floor and smashed to pieces.

The connection we shared with her, one that had been torn asunder by the demon's curse, was momentarily rekindled in that shimmering, otherworldly glow. As the orb continued its journey skyward, we stood together, our hearts heavy with bittersweet emotions. Lily's final goodbye had reached us through the language of the spirits, a testament to the enduring strength of love and the power of redemption. The once-raging inferno gradually succumbed to the combined efforts of the spirits and the elements, the flames reduced to a smoldering pile of ash and ember. It was as if the very earth had absorbed the malevolence that had haunted our old house.

“Sorry, we’re fresh out of miracles. You new in town?” “Yeah. I moved into the Varyn House.” His grin evaporated. “You’re living there?” “Temporarily,” I said. “Unless the roof kills me first.” He hesitated, then bagged my things and added a flashlight. “On the house,” he said. “For when the lights go out.” “Why does everyone keep saying that?” He didn’t answer. If ghosts could have favorite hangouts, Willow Creek’s library would be it. Old wood, creaky floors, the smell of dust and time.