Novel & Cerita Human Person As An Embodied Spirit

"I knew that I shouldn't have bonded with you, all those dreams I have were because of you. And now this?'' Riviera waves her hand around her dirty bathroom. Her wolf sighs, ''think child, can you even see it in my mind that me or you? Better yet, we went on some rampage. No, I don't know what type of wolf you take me for.'' Riviera sits on the bathroom floor thinking. "But all those images that you showed me, all those things you have told me to do.'' "I never appeared to you in any dream.'' He replies. "Why are you even a man? Shouldn't I have gotten a female wolf since I'm female?'' ''I'm a spirit, spirits do not transcend as humans do. When your body dies we simply find the next await po

"It was just that she should be buried according to the customs of her people." Tears sway from the corners of Orchid's eyes and then fall down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water from the falls. "Poor Sara," she sighs. "Don't be sad," I tell her. "Your friend isn't gone. Nobody's really gone, just like nobody's really here. She's just returned to her place in the Source. See…" With the knuckle of my fingers, I catch a drop of tear on her chin. “We say that a spirit is like a drop of water from a wave in the sea. For a while, he separates himself and believes he is an individual. For an instant it will glisten in the sun, but eventually it will fall. That's not a bad thing. It is good

Her eyes looked at me with an angry gaze as I arrived at the waterfall, waiting for me. As I stepped closer, she surprisingly transformed back into a human and sat on her back staring at the waterfall in front of her. “Destine was so upset that she couldn’t bear to look at you right now and not kill you” I heard her say without looking away. Crack… I easily returned to my human body while continuing to walk towards her. I took the clothes and blankets that were located behind the tree that was used for anyone in need. There were some clothes available in a hidden place that only my people and I knew in this entire forest and my territory.

I envy such a person to the point that my face turns so green I'm so envious. He's a fool. I do not insist on that, but I say that perhaps this natural man was distinguished by foolishness, so is he? Do you have evidence to the contrary? Perhaps foolishness was a good trait. I am absolutely convinced of that, because if you think about the contradiction that It is manifested in the natural man, the man with acute awareness, who did not come from the bosom of nature، but it came from Anbeq Distillery! (These are mystical ideas, gentlemen, but I also doubt them), you would find him standing confused sometimes in front of his contradiction

But then exactly three hundred and sixty five days later, this woman came into my life and gave me more than just the will to go on. She gave me happiness. In the span of one year I've fallen in love with an Angel in disguise, but she couldn't hide from me. She gave me more than I even deserved, more than I ever thought I'd have. I'm ecstatic, contented, blessed, grateful and soon to be a dad. And all it took was for one human to walk to this very spot that night when I felt like it was the end. The end could be right. But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again.

“But you are still here. You are both wound and weapon. You are the coyote’s grief and the Intercrossed’s fury. You are what Canum could not destroy.” Its hand extends, molten light glowing faintly in its palm. “Do not mourn what was buried. Dig. Rise. Become.” Heat floods me as I reach out, touching its surface. Images flash—chains snapping, claws striking, fire burning through shadow. I see myself, not only as the Intercrossed, but as something more: a fusion of what was buried and what was forged. “You are not less,” the spirit whispers. “You are more. Remember that when they call you aberration. Remember that when they demand judgment. You are the howl beneath the steel. You are the stor

Or so I'd been taught. Sassafras grunted softly, tail twitching. "And in all your nineteen years of accumulated wisdom, you've learned everything there is to know, have you?" I hated it when he did that. "Okay then, smarty pants," I said. "What's beyond Spirit?" Liam saved Sassafras the trouble of answering. "They are outside Spirit," he said. "Pure Universal energy. According to Iepa, they were literally the hands of creation." "Were?" I felt my hands clenching together as the wavering image of the woman I'd seen in my dream hovered in my mind's eye. "Where did they go?"

“If you didn’t lose your temper so often, I wouldn’t have been able to take control of your body as much as I have.” “Just because people lose their temper is not enough reason for evil spirits to invade a person’s body.” My palm raised in the mirror to even as I stood perfectly still. “One, I am not an evil spirit, I am something much, much worse than that.” The second finger rose to join the first. “Second, I don’t invade ‘people’s body. Just yours.” “Oh, I feel so special.” I retorted with all the dose of sacarsm I could pack into a single sentence.

“I am.” “While I was unconscious,” I explain to everyone there, “my spirit left my body. This isn’t the first time–I was there when Carnelia birthed our child. It allows my inner self to take a solid form at another location by traveling through the void.” My sister, her mate, and her daughter all look at me with varying shades of confusion. “You can travel across the void?” Ona queries in wonder. “I didn’t know that was possible without a vessel.”

This world he belonged to seemed far more complicated than the one I’d grown up in. He took my hand and proceeded to educate me on the ways of our people. He claimed that only those of a primitive nature, such as humans, embalmed and worshiped a corpse. Evolved species disposed of the body quickly in order to free the spirit so that it could move on without any physical ties pulling it back. When I asked him why he said nothing when we buried my parents, he shrugged and said that it wasn’t his way to criticize other’s belief systems; especially when they were grieving.