My Spirit Artinya Novels & Stories

She screamed at me, trying to let go of my tight grip but I just tighten it more, “Let me go! You crazy Fae!” I laughed at her dryly, “This is what you want right? Then I will give you all the mana in this realm until you explode!” I screamed at her. A very great timing indeed when the spirits that were trapped in this Realm came one by one like shooting stars that fell straight on me, filling me with their spirit magicules, the power that brought life to many living forms. When their body dies, their spirit still possesses mana that can be used again to heal or repair another living being.

” He smiled as he tried to lighten up the mood. He gently stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, and I listened. He presented it in a good light, but was it so wonderful to be some spirit? My mind was at war, unsure if to be happy or sad. I looked into Conrad’s eyes and saw nothing but positive emotions. Was he not scared at all? ”You’re not scared?” I finally asked, and he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. ”What does it mean to be a spirit? It’s fleeting, intangible, invisible. What does it mean for me? What’s my purpose? Am I going to flee after fulfilling it?” I listed my worries and shed a tear.

"It's not too late to be hopeful this can change your whole life. I had a cousin who was a late bloomer and transformed during his twentieth birthday. My family believes that something happened in the spiritual realm that made the transformation delayed." "The spiritual realm?" This was the first time she heard of it. "It is an invisibe realm where we get our spirit wolf or any other spirits from the other races. The spirits also bond and find their own partners in which the 'mate' is created. They are fated for each other no matter what refusal you have against the mating bond it's unescapable. Other than that the dead souls also wander in the spirit realm turning into a spirit wolf." Iris

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

"But the problem is, where can I find the Artefact Spirit?" Samuel had seen the artifact spirit before, but he had never met it before. After all, Samuel had never had the chance to come into contact with these things. "Ordinary artifact spirits are hard to come by, but they are also easy to come by," it said. The artifact spirit itself was just a kind of spirit, but because it was attached to a weapon, it was called the Artifact spirit. However, not any random cat or dog could make such a thing into an artifact spirit.

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

“Oh?” Pru pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the page and read it aloud. “Spirit magic is a blessing and a curse. We can give people the chance to say goodbye to a loved one, but every second we give to the deceased, it will be taken from the living. We can not change the fate of the dead. We can guide souls and even control them, but they do not belong on this earth once they have passed.” Pru paused to catch her breath before continuing. “It is our job to maintain the harmony of nature, and we cannot play God. Whenever one tries to change to the path that fate has carved out, calamity will be sure to come to fruition.”

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

"What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?" Mira sat on the edge of the bed and began to explain. “ A spirit walker is a very rare and special person that can go to different places in the spirit realm while their physical bodies remain at a particular place. It is like their soul can leave their body and fly to far away lands to see things and hear secrets. It is a very powerful gift, but it is also very scary because the soul can get lost.

Art. The blending of colors showing those true emotions which we couldn't comprehend normally. Those colors may be light or dark but it always shows me the emotions. It always shows deep pain which is hidden in plain sight. A true artist is a person, who doesn't blend the colors but the emotions. Him/ her shoes the nature beyond imagination. Not only the perspective must be different but also the spirituality that is present in this nature. And a person who has a gift to show those is a real, true artist.