My Spirit Artinya Novels & Stories

“I hope it’ll all be OK.” “Me too. So, just wait here just a bit longer, and I’ll have someone come and get you when Rita’s in the transplant ICU ward.” “Thanks.” Carrie glanced at the sketch pad on the chair. “You drew those?” “Yeah.” “What are they? Dancing women?” “Apsaras. Female spirits from Hindu and Buddhist mythology, usually associated with water and air – with clouds, mostly.” “Wow.” Carrie stared at the drawings. “They’re beautiful.” Maggie blushed. “Thanks. They’re for that big commission I told you about.”

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A huge smile was on her face as she shouted, “Honey, you’re back!” James stared at Thea’s flushed face and asked, “Thea, what were you practicing? The aura around you just now felt incredibly strange.” Thea explained, “It’s called Spiritual Art. Sir Caden taught it to me. When he was young, he came upon it by chance and said it was a powerful cultivation method. The cultivation allows one to cultivate potent True Energy, and when one practices it to its utmost limit, True Spirit Energy can be produced.” “Is it really that strong?” James furrowed his brows and made a complicated expression.

"We have the magic. But, what about the blood and spirit?” “Blood could be anything symbolic. It might not mean literal blood." Mr. Grayson replied. "But, in this case, I think it could be about family. Someone of Grayson descendant." "And as for spirit, that’s unclear." He said with a sigh. "It might mean someone who has a connection to the spiritual realm, a gypsy maybe. Someone who can bridge the gap between worlds.” We paused for a while thinking about what he said. “Like Peter,” I spoke up looking at him.

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

Everyone felt a bone-chilling sensation from the depths of their bodies! "This artifact is called the Cursed Spirit Gourd. It can control hundreds of spirits and emit evil energy! It's not unjust for you to die in the hands of this treasure!"

"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.

At the thought of that, Caspian could no longer control the excitement he felt and punched the air. Spirit tools were magical items that could be driven using spiritual Qi once a cultivator reached the Holy Land Realm. The magical weapon was not just a tiny bit better than a sharp weapon, but it was a complete essential change! Moreover, a sharp weapon would only change its battling characteristic, but the spirit tool had psychic abilities! There was only a tiny, almost negligible chance that the sharp weapon could be slightly improved when refining sharp weapons. Although it did not reach the level of a spirit tool or magical item, it would surely gain a certain amount of power.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

“As long as there is hope within this world, I will be there to fight against the darkness that you rule.” Lucifer chuckled darkly as his voice purred, causing many to shiver in their places. “Welcome to the Spirit Wars, Ava!” He walked across the room like none have done before because he looked like he was gliding. “It’s interesting; Ava means life and you’re a Spirit Walker, who talks and walks with the dead.”