Jezebel Spirit Wiki Novels & Stories

Méah panicked. "Méah, you were not supposed to live. You only live because of the three spirits that used to inhabit your body. It was the reason why you become the heir of destruction because you managed to restore your own spirit, giving you four pulses. When my former master, Draea become a prisoner of the black crystal, Purple Smoke, she found you as a perfect puppet and took advantage of my friends' powers," Jidah sadly said. "No! I'm not going anywhere! I want to live! I want to be with Keir!" Méah refused as she stepped away from Jidah.

“Your river of cries is not in vain…Non est inanis rivus clamorum.” “The Divine One created angels and spirits…Deus unus creavit angelos et spiritus…and to your pleading…et ad orationem tuam…a spirit in Mundu…spiritus in Mundu…is sent…descendit.” “Awake, awake, spirit, strengthen…Exsurge, exsurge, spiritus, confortare!” A human-like being rose from the domestic sacrificial remains. The divine pronouncement declared to the enchanter, “Magic is bestowed to you, Enchanter…Magicae datur Maga…. Disobey the Divine One and worship the enemy despite what had been done, beseeching will be pointless and so forever magic will elude humankind…ut magicae perpetuum eludant omnes homines. What had been

However, Titus, Mellisa and I had one place we suspected and mentioned the area. “Trazmoz? You mean Spain?” Drake asked me and Titus who nodded in response. “Yes, the village of Trasmoz, which is nestled in the snow-capped foothills of the Moncayo mountains of Aragon. has a history of centuries of witchcraft and that is where Pearl Collins learned her black magic” Titus looked surprised at my explanation but he nodded his head in confirmation. “How do you know?” My man asked me. I just smiled and blinked my eyes mischievously. “Destine, who else” I replied casually and made Mellisa giggle beside Drake.

"That's completely bullshit. There are still people who are traitors. Who don't totally agree with your ways." She glared at him, rubbing her hand. "Well, I am sorry, wolf. I trust my people. Either we speak here, or we don't speak at all." Lucas wanted to beat sense into her. Preferably with a stick. "You are smarter than this, Jezebel. You don't want to risk anything. Trust me when I say not every witch is happy with my presence here and they wouldn't mind killing me." Jezebel smiled, shrugging. "Oh I know. The difference is that, I don't care. I am bloody serious. I trust my people. And if you are so paranoid, I can cast a spell to give us privacy."

The evil wind that could slice through things so easily became even more aggressive as the flames grew brighter. "Sebastian, I bet you never dreamed that I would be able to kill you from a thousand miles away!" Jarvis laughed as a fierce light shone in his eyes. He grinned viciously as he stared at the basin of fire. According to the Spiritkiller formation recorded in ancient scripts, as long as the basin of fire was filled with blood, all living spirits within the formation would turn into blood and water! As for Rupert, his life was of no concern to Jarvis whatsoever. He was a mere wealthy man from the secular world. His survival meant nothing to Jarvis.

Astrid fluffed her golden hair which was waist length and placed it behind her shoulders. "I wish it had been a vacation JZ. Unfortunately it was work related and not a fun one. It was. Um...convention night." Grimacing Jezzebelle looked to the front of the line then back at them. "Ah that explains why I saw the um....others." Meaning the Vampire Citadel, most of the other Citadels did not find it fair what had happened to her. They had grown to love Jezzebelle. Finding out she was like a open book. She loved to learn historic events and loved to try new things.