Is That A Wisp Novels & Stories

As I thought of what to do next, the ball suddenly peeked out of the grass and I saw that it was a cute little wisp. “A wisp? In this forest?” I didn’t know that this forest was filled with magical creatures but then werewolves were said to be magical too. If we could exist in this forest, everybody else could. The wisp revealed itself and I saw that it had long pointy ends that looked like blue flames on its head like a crest. Its body was shaped like a tear drop and it had two dots of black on its face that seemed to be its eyes. It had no mouth and no other body part so I didn’t know if it could respond to me.

The spirits were excited, too. “Thank you all for coming. When we step through the entrance, you’ll see a wisp. That wisp is only visible to you. It will guide you to an area of the in-between. It could be a room, a clearing, a cave, but it was selected by your spirit anchor to serve their purpose. Whatever they give you is yours to keep. It will follow you into this world.

“Now I want you to focus on this spell and try to create a wisp without losing the change in your scent.” “A wisp?” I looked at the page and skimmed it. It was a step to step spell on how to create a wisp of light. A spell useful for seeing in the dark and one that doesn’t create heat so you can hold it for long periods of time without being burned. “Yeah, this was the first spell I learned from my grandmother. She said it is the safest option as a wisp has no way to ‘burn down the village’.” He smirked as his eyes took on a glossy look.

The witch sat in front of Wes, holding a burning incense and waving it to spread the smoke. "You are to be the king someday and I owed it to Aurum." Wes shifted his weight from one side to another, disliking the politics that seemed to follow him everywhere. "I will be sure to remember this." The old witch looked at Willow, soundly sleeping. "Tell me something, why does it have to be this girl?" Wes looked at her peaceful sleeping face too, and before he could form an answer, she woke up with a start, feeling like she was falling down a flight of stairs. Her heart was racing and her breathing was frantic. She let out a gasp and looked at Wes and the witch.

Was the homeless guy talking about me? “I’ll make your biggest wish come true.” Santa’s voice echoes in my head over and over again, and I realize that my frown turned into a smile when my face started to hurt, and my entire skin turned into goosebumps when I involuntarily looked up at the sky, and for the first time in my life, I actually felt that someone is up there, watching me... an angel... a wizard... damn me if I have an idea, but there is something, someone... and the feeling is one that can’t be described in words.

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?

Nothing could ever compare to this. “Anyone ever tell you that you taste like cherries, Red?” Bo’s words are heavy as he breathes against my skin, sending a shiver through my body straight into my core. The ache between my legs is too much. How do people not live like this? Wrapped in each other’s embrace twenty four seven. I never want to feel anything beside the pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through my body right now.

The last notes of the waltz dissolved into the air like champagne fizz fading in a glass. A soft ripple of applause moved through the crowd, polite and practiced, before conversation resumed. The ballroom felt warmer now, the buzz of chatter slightly louder, as though everyone had collectively decided to lean in just a little closer to their neighbor’s secrets.

After everything was done, I felt like all the strength had drained from my body. I collapsed to the floor, hesitating for a long moment before finally calling the number I hadn’t contacted in over a week. I tried to steady my voice, choking back the tears. “Chris, remember the archaeological dig you mentioned in Riverdale? Do you still need more people?” A light and teasing voice came through the phone. “Of course! Is the brilliant Tess coming to join us?” His playful tone made me smile, even though I had just been crying. We agreed to give me a week to sort out things here before heading out.

It's a risky move, but I know I can do it. I reach out with my mind, trying to lock onto the wisps' consciousness. It's like trying to catch smoke in your hands, but I finally manage to grab hold of them. The wisps thrash and scream, trying to break free of my grip, but I pour more energy into them, immobilizing them completely. They vanish in puffs of smoke, here one second then gone the next. Jack stumbles forward, the wisp clinging to his back dissipating into nothingness. "Thanks," he pants, wiping sweat from his brow.