Lord Of Spirits Novels & Stories

Or was he just canny and a skillful bastard in hiding his emotions? “It calms my nerves. It makes me think sharply.” He then gestured to the statue man. The man walked to the liquor table, grabbing an old whiskey bottle with two glasses. “Leave us,” he ordered and signaled his fingers. The statue guy walked out without delay. Francois then poured us to our glasses and stood up to offer to me. I took it from him. “A Double Eagle Very Rare. You have quite a taste. Thank you.”

She placed a gentle scallop shell hand on my eyes, veiling them from the ghosts of the barren sea: "Hang like Wotan, you shall, sacrificed to yourself, on my husky tongue. Turiel, my shieldmaiden... never forget the gods. I have traveled the ages, and the future rests on your three sister's breasts. I have seen how the world's become, I dove into Mymyr's well and kissed his blind brow, fighting precariously for the salmon of wisdom, I plucked stars from Mymyr's mind... and I know nothing of anything, and yet all of what is to come. That is what being a spirit is. Constantly yearning, yet powerless. Only mortals write. Immortals, we read, and lust. Lust for freedom. I want to be free... like

He's the main hitman of the gang. "Reports" the devil ordered, and Lambo walked to the Cyber table. She put it on and zoomed the picture of a guy out of neon. "His name is Tiger, he's got the most powerful clan after ours, they're The Slayers. He's desperately looking for you" Lambo reported. "What's his use?" Taylor scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? Take him and make him an obedient kid here" Sylvester replied, and Lambo zoomed out another picture. It's a young girl this time.

Wayne eloquently alighted from the dragon and drew his silver sword. Gracefully, he marched toward the gates of the fortress. Once he was a few inches away, a force flung him backward like a boomerang. While in the air, he somersaulted and landed on his two feet easily, like a cat. Then a dragon spirit that was yellow in color, materialized out of thin air in front of the gates. The spirit was Velgrynd, a scorch dragon, one of the kins of Kur. The last dragon to live that Waylon had killed and taken over this fortress, who now guards this place with a vengeance.

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

the eternal lord of the flame, the obedient servant of the great Sun of Dawn! Then he began to proclaim his power, each word setting the air around them ablaze: - **Lord of the Eternal Flame:** He does not merely command fire—he creates it from nothing, a conflagration that no water can extinguish and no stone can contain. - **Shadows' Playful:** He drains the shadows of those who stand before him, stealing their strength and leaving their souls hollow and cold despite the heat of hell. - **Architect of the Infernal Saddle:** He distorts sight and reality, conjuring visions of the past that never were and nightmares of the future yet to come, until one doubts their very existence.

The orbs of light ascended higher and higher, gradually dissipating into the inky expanse of the night, leaving behind a profound sense of awe and triumph. Lady Amber's voice cut through the crackling of the dwindling flames, her words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "They’re the spirits," she began, "that the demon had kept locked up in hell while feeding off of their pain. Those spirits are now going to heaven where they really belong." I watched in awe as the multitude of glowing orbs ascended into the night sky, their collective ascent like a choir of souls finding redemption. But then, amongst this celestial congregation, one orb caught my attention.

I knew exactly what was coming for me if I didn't round up this spell, and fast. With one last burst of power, I finished the words, and yanked harder on Cora's wolf, Althea. I heard the sound of something breaking, and in the next moment, Cora screamed, her eyes flying open but remaining unseeing. The sound was raw and hoarse and horrible, but with it came the one thing I wanted. I guided the wolf spirit into the urn, and sealed it, just as I heard thundering footfalls coming down the hallway. Shit.