Liselotte Spirit Chronicles Novels & Stories

"Yeah!" She closed her eyes took two crystals out of her chest. One is black and the other one is white. When she opened her eyes, she swiped her hand on the floating crystals in front of her. A bright light exploded. After it vanished, two young ladies stood beside her. At the first glance, they thought they're fairies because of their ethereal beauty. "They are Lucis' daughters. This is Xina, the black lotus demon. And this is Aerah, the nine tailed fox demon. I assume you've already known them from the books."

She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do. She began to get to work, copying the spell from the grimoire carefully. While she was working, Vasilisa set out to find some flat dry land around the hillside. Then Owlyn came to perch beside her. "Cassandra," Owlyn whispered into her ear. "I must tell you that you are indeed incredibly special to see my mistress's spirit animal. I have only seen it once before she fled from her father. Princess Vasilisa would never show it to anyone."

The evil spirits emitted Qrohm that had reached the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation middle grade. Lyla was curious to find out what cultivation rank James had reached. However, before she could speak, a black-and-white force struck the four violet-gold evil spirits, causing them to rotate rapidly. Lyla watched in shock as the four evil spirits gradually merged into one. The combined evil spirit slowly enlarged with a dazzling red light and did not stop until it reached hundreds of thousands of meters tall.

He stare at Alexis who closed her eyes with her hands to stop seeing Lucien and to stop thinking about that scene "Lucien, you are not being separated from your mate. Is just for now until I sort this out" Selina said gently, Lucien glance at her and then at Alexis before leaving the room with heavy heart Selina direct her eyes to Alexis who is still covering her eyes and is shaking. Poor thing, for how long will she endure two spirits fighting inside of her As she grows, the evil spirit is growing and is getting more power and one day it will be so powerful to completely overcome the good spirit and at that time nothing will stop it

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…”

The atmosphere shifts quickly when Hades and my father try to pull me back, but I shake them off as I step up into her space again. “The guilt of the dead. The children you have orphaned. That burden.” She says, and I growl at her words when I see her wolf flash in her eyes. It is no secret that Selene and I have never got along with each other. Even after I brought her back from the brink of death and commanded one of the spirit wolves to become one with her. Our relationship has been strained.

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

Still, a quiet tension ran through him, his jaw tight, his breathing shallow. The Shaman’s voice grew louder, echoing in strange tones that didn’t sound entirely human. The flames of the candles flickered wildly, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Then, the room went unnaturally still. The Shaman’s eyes rolled back, and his fingers hovered above the symbols he had drawn. “Spirits of the flame,” he murmured, his tone low and trembling, “show me where the lost ones walk.”

She turned the pages and then picked another, sweeping the collection of worn books and scrolls aside with her hands. Finally, she settled her eyes on the one below, withdrew it from the shelf, and walked to me. "Read," she whispered. I hesitated for a moment before picking it up. The paper felt fragile under my hands. My eyes scanned the printed letters, and my breath caught. A list of names Sienna’s was among them. So was mine My grip became tighter. "What is this?" Isolde’s voice was soft, verging on pity. "A chronicle of the lost."

“I’ll take care of finding answers about that. I know someone who might be able to help us. She knows a lot about these creatures.” Scarlett and Leslie exchanged glances before Scarlett asked, intrigued, “Who is this person… or creature?” Alex smiled faintly, a touch of mystery in his eyes. “She’s an elven princess. The sister of a former druid. If anyone can help us understand why a gorgon came after you, it’s her.” Leslie looked at Alex in amazement. “So you’re going to look for her?” “Yes,” Alex replied. “As soon as possible. For now, make sure the book is well hidden.”