House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

Chapter 67 – The Last Keeper The night had turned the village into a hollow skeleton of its former life. Houses burned, roofs collapsed, and the smell of ash and blood clung to the air like a suffocating shroud. The moon barely shone through the blackened clouds, and every shadow seemed alive, writhing with a subtle pulse that made the hairs on Sipho’s neck stand. He stumbled through the ruins, one hand trailing along the splintered walls, the other clutching the remnants of an old ritual scroll he had found buried beneath the floorboards of what had once been his home.

He then went to where the elaium was sitting and pick it up in his arms. "Is elaium the same as a house spirit?" He sat down on the stool while Noel folded his sleeves. Noel pondered a bit, before answering, "They are different. House spirit is like a ghosts, haunting the house meaninglessly, while spirits, like elaium, had their own specific tasks." "I see..." Ricky nodded his head slowly while playing with the lizard's cold and soft webbed foot. Noel who stared at him from the kitchen counter unconsciously broke into a smile.

The Scroll read: We have learned that the females of the race we created take on a change whenever their human counterpart is with child. However, the males show no change throughout their lives. With both the males and females it was shown that when the human got sick or was nearing death the other could sense this and they used the last of their energy source to fuel the Main Energy. It was shown that this connection held true in those who could communicate with the others and those who could not.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

The moment she read the other one, it was like the whole world just dropped over her, crushing her into dust. At this moment, Méah's hands balled tightly into fists, shaking hard. Hot tears kept dripping of her closed eyes as the image of that lost page flashed clearly in her mind like she was actually seeing it in reality. 'The soul full of resentment and hatred, on earth it will sprout. Four pulses it shall have, and the birth of destruction will it rise.' These words consumed Méah's entire system, echoing into every corners of her body. Her eyes deliberately shot open, reflecting on the giant ball of fire that was now drifting halfway in the western ocean.

He hid under a place where there was total shadow, he slowly, made his way there without making any noise. He positioned himself in a place where he could take a clear view of this kind of creatures. One of them was biting something, Abednego couldn't make up what it could have been. As they almost near, not far away from where he was, he could see vividly. The one eating something was having blood on the mouth. In the hand it was holding a hand of what looked like a hand of a little child. Abednego was really frightened. He looked behind to check if something or if anything was watching him, there was nothing, when he looked back the spirits were nowhere to be seen, they have vanished. He h

With the mention of the house, the Spihost started looking towards the wide vast house which was spanning across her head. "He remodeled the house and made sure that I will never be able to come out of that dark place where my body was buried. For many years I was able to see my husband live in this house with his girlfriend. Then one day their son was playing and his ball hit the pipeline in the ground causing a tiny crack in the water fountain. As you predicted then I came up and slowly started gaining power before attacking them. All the power I gained by staying underground attached to my body and spirit, I used them in killing the ones who took my dar loved ones from me." The voice of t

It's a small yellow house with a big sign on the front that says, "Hazel’s Psychic House." Layla and Sunny walk through the door and are greeted by a warm, incense-filled room. The walls are adorned with tapestries and shelves filled with crystals and tarot cards, creating an atmosphere of mystique and intrigue. They are then greeted by an older woman with gray hair pulled up into a vintage style bun as she says, "Hello ladies! I am Hazel, your spiritual navigator. "

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

Tiger and Chance were hidden in the wardrobe by their father, and from the thin space in the middle, they had watched how the organs of their mother was harvested, the cruellest scene ever. "Spare me please!!!!!" The screams of his mum when her stomach was about to be split open penetrated into his ears, and his bones hardened more as his body shook with vengeance. He'd kill Godzilla with his bare hands, no one will have that privilege, and if becoming an underboss here will make that happen, he's more than ready. He finally opened his eyes, then he took the weed away from his lips. He blew out all the accumulated smokes at once, and Jezebel came in.