My Spirit Artinya Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

The three stickman figures are coloured in three different colours, one a light blue, one a light indigo, and the last one is coloured red. "Anyway back to the point, I made this when I was receiving lessons. The light blue represents the general population which have no abilities to sense or see spirits, the red one represents the spirits themselves, and the blue-ish purple one represents people like me and you." Kai says as he points to each stickman figure. "Me too? But I've never been able to sense the presence of spirits or seen them..." Irene trails off.

I quickly pull the girl onto my lap to give her more comfort. “Carolyn are you familiar with the spirit world?” I ask her cautiously. The young girl shakes her head no. “Spirits live all around us, in nature in the trees, even in the very winds that blow around us. When people die in this world, they become spirits. Now some people believe that those spirits are later reincarnated into our wolves, and some believe that they serve the Moon Goddess, while others believe that they simply watch over those of us who are still living.” The young girl shakes her head in acknowledgment of my story, so I continue. “Some people have seen these spirits before, but I think you have been blessed my littl

There was no tingling, no sensation against my skin and yet, Micah claimed I had just used magic. “Of course, there is. Spirit—spirit lives in everything, in every Fae, creature and tree. It is the one element that is not designated to any specific Court. Most of us, we can’t even access it. Only the truly powerful can wield spirit.” Micah chuckled, taking deep breaths of the crisp air as though he had never experienced it at this depth before. “Actually, those who can wield spirit are somewhat feared.” “What about you?” I asked, running my eyes over the relaxed stance he took. There was no tension in his spine or shoulders, no worry in his eyes. If anything, he seemed full of blissful relie

“But before I share my wisdom, you must prove your worth.” My gaze locked with the spirit’s, determination coursing through my veins. “Prove my worth? How am I to do that?” I questioned, my voice revealing the curiosity that danced within my mind. The spirit’s form seemed to waver, its presence enveloping me like a gentle embrace. “You must face the trials that await you,” it replied, its voice carrying a sense of both challenge and reassurance. “Only through these trials can you reveal the true nature of your heart.”

I turned to see an unmistakable presence in the room. A shadowy, misty figure appeared in the far corner, flickering in and out like dust particles caught in a sunbeam. It moved with the light, ethereal and intangible, but its presence was undeniable. I stayed still, waiting for the message I knew was coming. The spirits didn’t speak in words. They never really did. It was a blend of broken language and raw emotion, a communication rooted more in feeling than anything else.

Why do people fight? Why do people keep on going and continue living? I still can't find the answer but I feel like I'm almost close to that truth. While watching outside the window I saw a spirit hanging around. A spirit that looked like a person and it was sitting on a branch of a tree. That spirit is called “purity”. It’s a good spirit of someone who recently died that couldn’t ascend to heaven because of a certain reason. I looked at the people inside my classroom and then looked back at the spirit again. It feels like I know what that spirit’s purpose is.

"Dominic, Clayton, we need to stall the snake. The power from the Spirit Realm needs to recharge." "Spirit Realm? There is such a thing?" Clayton ask. "If you believed in Demon, then spirits are such things," Dominic answered. "Aren't spirits like...ghosts?" "No, ghosts are around with ominous presence or need to cross over, while spirits are associated with light; they are your guardian angels when in need of guidance." Maybe at Castle Luna de Argint, I heard a woman's voice who had to lead me to my mother's secret place. Then that voice must be my mother. She must've been helping me since the beginning. She has been with me all this time.

"Listened, Samantha. When I throw myself at the opposite end, I want you to swim as fast as you can to the edge of the opposite side." "What do you mean throw yourself to the lake?" "I will be the bait, and you cross it as fast as you can. I will hold the fog off. Okay?" I shooked my head. "No, Samuel. I'm not going to let you do that. There must be another way. You can fly me off like you did when we are the underworld." "No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm."

“Six elements, huh? Earth, fire, air, water, metal, and…” “Spirit,” I say again. The five basics—earth, fire, air, water, and metal—show up in our everyday work. But spirit? That one belongs to the Maiden alone. “What does that mean? Spirit?” she asks, frowning. “It means you’ll need to channel something from a spirit. It could be a message to a living loved one. A recipe. A story. Anything, really. The hard part is finding a spirit willing to speak—and that takes time. And your trials are timed.”