Light And Dark Spirits Avatar Novels & Stories

"I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me." The runes glowed green again. The gasses in the jars broke, releasing scents of marshmallows and smoky ash into the air. Matei's mouth opened, the darkness from him seeped out of his body as his golden sliver of a soul rose out of his silent scream. As soon as the darkness left him, his horrified scream filled my ears. I clamped my hands to my ears. The forest flickered with darkness. Matei's body fell into a heap. The body vanished for a single instant and was replaced by one in white scrubs and dark hair. T

She looked like her mother and she despised that awareness. If she hadn’t possessed a distressingly opulent shape and unnaturally bright hair which ironically was entirely natural, Lara would never have caught Christophe’s attention three years ago. Her eyes glittered like brilliant sapphires as she withstood his inspection with her chin as high as she could hold it. “Would you like a drink?” he drawled. “No, thank you.” He poured himself a glass of champagne. “I hate to celebrate alone but I understand that you’re afraid of touching alcohol around me. I’m surprised you’re still that naive,” Christophe remarked softly.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Dark spirits. Talon growls, stepping protectively in front of me. “Stay close.” The spirits lunged. I dodged, my claws unsheathing as i fight back. But the spirits didn’t fight like wolves. They move like wisps of smoke, slipping through attacks and striking with unnatural speed. Talon swipes at one, but his claws pass through it like air. “We cannot fight them like this,” I realized. “They are not solid!” Talia’s voice rings in my mind. “Use the light! Phoenix use the light!”

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

Flavors of death, liquid smoke, paprika, and fear tantalize my tastebuds in a rewarding manner. “My Lord, I will deploy Adam to follow the Bridge home, and when she is alone, he will take her into custody.” “Yes, I want her brought to me quickly, as the Avatar of Visha has awakened,” I say while squishing grapes in my mouth. This is my age to savor, the age of darkness, where I rule mortals and immortals and I will not allow Visha to cut my time down with her disgusting golden light.

"What's your name doll?" "Amy." Summer responded feigning shyness. Already locating two glasses Summer popped open the bottle of whiskey she carried and began pouring. "Shall we toast to new acquaintances?" She asked holding out a glass to the man. Smiling crudely he took his glass while allowing his fingers to rest much too long on Summer's own fingers. "Can a small girl like you handle this strong of liquour?" He asked not trying to hide the hunger forming on his face. Widening her eyes slightly she pretended to be alarmed. "You won't take advantage of me if I get too drunk right?

POV Matthew Under the pulsing strobe lights of Velvet, everything felt surreal—like the entire club had swallowed me whole. Ava gripped my wrist like she owned it, dragging me past a velvet rope and straight to the bar where everything glowed electric blue under the UV lights. The bartender didn’t even ask what we wanted. He placed two glasses in front of her—one with a black salted rim, clear liquid shimmering like liquid fire. “Patrón. Neat,” Ava said without even glancing. Then she looked at me. “Drink.”

Other times, she would sit there listening. Every time Seb would look at me, I could see the hope in his eyes that Ava would show herself again. I felt the love that he had for her, and when he was around, she was stronger, which told me that she loved him, too. Somehow, through everything I was going through, I wanted to be able to give him Ava back, but every time she would try to come to the surface, a strong spirit would push her away. I hated the feeling of some of the spirits when they would break forth. I could feel the evil in them and see all the bad things they had done. Not all of them were bad. Some begged for me to help them escape my body and let them free so they could pass ov