Novel & Cerita Itching Ears Spiritual Meaning

"Help!" As the whirling gust engulfed me, lifting my body off the ground so that I hung airborne, dangling upside down and fighting to keep my grip on the railing. Images of the sacred stone projected into my mind. Flashes of the same vision of a destroyed earth pained my head as everything withered into a nothingness of dark red soil and brown mist. What does this mean? What's happening to my world? "Raina.” An echoing voice ripped through my head. "Come to us, Raina."

In the dark and soundless world, Takamatsu who was crying heard the voice of people that seemed to be chatting. "I should give you this one, remember to send one back to me when I need". " Okay of course I will, I never go back on my word, but this one seem miserable", Takamatsu heard one of the voice speak to the other one as he can't help feeling more sad. "Is God and Satan coming into agreement to know who will take my spirit", Takamatsu who has listen to a lot of Christian teaching said as he continued hearing the two talk without seeing anybody.

Lost in words my face turned bright red and I began to sweat. She started laughing as she said, "I'm just joking please relax. I can hear your heart racing." She paused staring at me with a more serious face, "You do not have to be so tense around me, nothing will happen as we are not married. We will help your friends and get back to Uma. I fear there is a new presence as Earth enters it’s new spiritual cycle. We must leave soon.” "Is that why you were crying?" I questioned.

Easton asked worried. " I don't know. Only one word is heard everytime and that is MATE and only MATE. And, do you know I only hear them when you are around me." I replied. Easton looked at me and let out a sigh. " Mierva baby, do you remember me telling you about mate and other stuff the other day?" he asked and I nodded my head " So, you are hearing those voices inside of your head because you are my mate and I am your mate. We are destined for one another. We are soul mates. And, those voices inside of you confirms my suspiscion that you are not an ordinary human being but a supernatural creture and not a weak one but a strongest."

I fisted my hand and banged it on the table, catching his attention immediately. ”Will you fucking say it? Or I must beg you?” I yelled, irritated at his dramatic plays. He looked at me and smirked, noticing my evident nervousness and irritation. The anger returned in waves, and the air became too hot to breathe. Maddox leaned towards me, grabbed the strand of my hair, and turned it over in his fingers. ”Spirit.” He said, ”I think you’re the spirit that will bring prosperity, good health, and favorable fortune to those possessing it.”

Taking my bowl of porridge and heading to the corner I always sit in, I successfully make it without anyone bothering me. ‘You need to listen to me, you need to get out of here there are two people waiting on you’ Adria my so-called wolf spirit says to me. ‘Two people, what are you talking about?’ I frown, it's not at her words it's that I have just noticed when this annoying voice is there, I can't hear anyone praying.

The crescent-and-thorn mark glowed faintly. He reached out, hand trembling, and touched the stone. The bloodlines lit up like embers under his fingers. And then— Whispers. Voices, all at once, some low and guttural, some echoing like bells. They spoke in a language he didn't know, but his soul responded. Images crashed into him—fire raining from the sky, a black crown shattering, wolves bowing before a child, and stars aligning over a red moon. One voice rose above the rest.

“You do if you expect me to trust you.” “This is getting out of hand.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying to keep my hand from shaking. “You’re letting your imagination run wild.” “Then go for a cleansing.” A cold, greasy shift moved under my skin. “Go to the oracle. Let them check your spirit.” I forced out a small laugh. “You’ve lost your mind. You’re talking about tribal rituals in my own home.” “Have I? Or are you just afraid of what they’ll find?”

My heartbeat quickened. “Overheard what?” “Something about a spirit,” she said, her voice lowering. “A Milandra spirit that lives inside you.” I froze. “What?” She tilted her head slightly, studying my face. “They said it’s awakening. Slowly. And when it does, it’ll bring destruction.” My mouth went dry. I thought back—to the dream, to the blood and the growl, to the strange burning cold that had flooded my body in the shower before I collapsed. My pulse hammered harder.

It was overwhelming, as though the spirits themselves were reaching out, whispering secrets in a language I couldn’t yet understand. "The spirit world is vast," she explained. "There are many who dwell here, some benevolent, others… not." I nodded, listening intently. "You must be careful," she continued. "Spirits are drawn to power, especially one as strong as yours. Some will seek to guide you, while others may try to manipulate you. You must learn to distinguish between them." I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "How do I do that?" "By listening," she said simply. "By trusting your instincts."