Light And Dark Spirits Avatar Novels & Stories

We slowly got up and followed him into the cave below until we reached a light. I gasped in shock at the light before turning towards the old woman “This…” my voice was choked as I stared at the figure in front of me. “Morena’s soul” She walked over to the transparent woman who seemed to be floating while closing her eyes as if asleep. The Alpha kangs Fated Mate “How did it get here?” Drake asked quickly as his eyes widened.

"I am... I am the monster." "And the creator," Dark Alex whispers. As Alex climaxes, a violent, shaking release, Dark Alex dissolves. The black figure turns into grey smoke, swirling around Alex, sinking into his skin. Alex glows brighter, the red light of his avatar deepening into a rich, complex crimson. We lie there on the obsidian platform, panting. The black river of corruption beneath us has vanished, replaced by a clear, flowing stream of blue data. We stand up. I look at Alex. He looks different. Older, maybe. But solid. The frantic energy is gone, replaced by a dangerous calm.

“The dark spirits. They’re angry, hungry and they’re going to attack any minute if we don’t leave this place.” “You brought this upon us,” Adam hisses. “You wasted time.” “Shut up!” I snap, glaring at him. Atlas studies me for what feels like a long minute, his eyes unreadable. “I need to get us out of here.” “Alpha, no,” Adam shakes his head quickly. “It’s too dangerous. You can’t try it again.” What is he talking about? And what could possibly be more dangerous than an army of dark spirits? My vision blurs and everything goes black before I can say anything.

The dragon of darkness shattered into pieces, exploded in the sky and the spirits that had been sucked by the darkness dragon scattered to attack their bodies. The spirits returned to their bodies exactly. The sparkling white light entered the human body and luckily it was a vampire army, and Yasashi returned to being a human. I witnessed the miracle, it was incredible that the white light sparkling like a shooting star returned to their bodies. I even saw the four princes in the sky, the four of them took out the dragon of darkness and it was amazing.

The man before me bore no trace of the Lucas I once knew. Gone was the calm, confident professor. In his place stood a hollow, haggard shell of a man with bloodshot eyes. He looked utterly defeated, like a dried tree that had splintered beneath its own weight. He was completely stripped of the brilliance he once carried.

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.

His family screamed for him to come back, but he didn't stop. He raised his hands to the sky. And he called. The spirits answered. They came in a flood—ancestors, guardians, heroes of ages past. Damon was there, and Theron, and countless others whose names had been forgotten but whose spirits endured. They formed a wall of light around little Damon, pushing back the shadows, protecting him. Then they began to fight. The spirits tore through the Shadow Pack with a fury that nothing could withstand. They were unstoppable, invincible, eternal. The enemy broke and ran, fleeing into the night, pursued by the light.

I asked no one in particular. All of them exchange a look of hesitation. it was Alastair who answered. "Vampire spirit is a lone vampire who is immoral. Vampire's being immortal is just a myth. But the Vampire spirit is different from all of them. He worships the lord of darkness. His work is to protect his species. He has been doing it for centuries " I process everything he told me. A question arises in my mind. " How did Morgan know about the Vampire spirit? She could have yelled vampire or killer or anything. Her uttering that particular name doesn't sit right with them" I asked.

ASHER'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I saw at Wade's office. I downed another cup of whiskey with a sigh. "What is wrong with you, bro? You never drink this much." My brother asked. "You needed to have seen her, Ryder. Her tears… Damn it! I felt like strangling Wade." I said as I imagined choking Wade to death. "You have to get yourself together. She's just an ordinary woman." My brother said, rolling his eyes.