Oblivion Where Spirits Have Lease Novels & Stories

The spirits exhaled with Violet. "Go in peace," she whispered. The wind picked up. Metal clanged against the cobbled streets as the spirits left their weapons behind. Their pale forms turned glassy beneath the sun as the wind coursed through, returning them to their graves. Eden made sure that wind swept across every elven kingdom. The streets of Ipsit were empty once more. Hestia and Olivia rode their horses up to Eden and Violet. "Thank you for freeing them," Olivia said, her expression solemn.

It carried no weapons, but its presence made the air hum with a heavy, judgment-like weight. "I am the Arbiter of the Threshold," the spirit’s voice echoed, cold and resonant. "Many have sought the Stone of Life for greed or conquest. You seek it to reverse what time has claimed. To pass, you will not fight with blades, but with the raw fabric of your souls. Step forward into the three chambers of trial." Leo gripped his sword hilt tightly, looking at his mother. "We’re ready. Whatever it takes." The obsidian floor fractured, dissolving into three distinct vortexes of light that pulled them into separate visions.

"This portal leads to the world of spirits. There's no light in there. Just an endless black pit. Unless you make it." Rovlons believed there's a place where all spirits dwell. They called it the Black Pit. As for all Rovlons, only one Joy had known who quite mastered the arts of spirituality. Professor Half-blood knew much better of this place even though it's just in theory. But Joy found it. It took more than just faith to discover the world of spirits of every religion - all kinds of faith and those who were shaky about what they believed in would absolutely got lost in this void or worse, would not be able to get out.

She had absorbed countless remnant souls in the Stake of Exorcism, and her strength had increased so much that she could now be compared to a ghost general if she was classified according to ghost rankings. Maiko opened her mouth and sucked the evil spirit in forcefully. To her, this was a grand feast. “Pfft—” Nearly as soon as Maiko swallowed the evil spirit, Levi spurted out a mouthful of blood. That was because there was some sort of connection between him and the evil spirit. Just like sorcerers who raised parasites in Canyonland, the sorcerers would also be greatly injured when their native parasites died. “Did… Did you kill my mountain spirit?” Levi glared at Alex.

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."

These spectral figures share their wisdom, their voices a harmonious chorus that reverberates through the ages. Among the apparitions, a single figure steps forward—the Spirit Keeper, a guardian of the realm's memories. In a voice that resonates with echoes of eternity, the Spirit Keeper imparts a prophecy that speaks of a destined clash between light and darkness, and the pivotal role the heroes must play in shaping the realm's future.

Lambo replied. "Wait... Why do you always act like a god? Who gave you the order to change the damn arrangement f**king wench!" Delilah shouted, pushing Lambo's chest. Lambo staggered, and when Delilah made to push her chest again, Sylvester covered her, and she pushed his chest instead. "Stop it!" Zenith shouted. "Who the hell do you think you're shouting at? Midget!" Delilah barked, and Zenith slapped her soundly.

It was not the authority of a Netherworld Judge, nor the ferocity of a vengeful spirit, but an indescribable oppression—as if a single glance could shatter their souls, depriving them even of the right to reincarnate. By the River Lethe, the Ghost Escort ferryman rowed a black-canopied boat, his oar stirring the turbid water and splashing foul-smelling droplets. The Evil spirits who had been howling and struggling instantly curled up in the mud on the riverbank at the sight of the group, not daring to make a sound. The red spider lilies on both banks swayed gently in the yin wind, their petals as crimson as blood. Yet the flowers and leaves instinctively drooped away from Carl, as if all liv

“Spiritual reincarnation. Strategic reincarnation. Every version of you dies. Every version of you rises. You don’t escape the empire. You become the empire. Forever.” Olivia’s pulse hammered. “This is insane.” “Insane,” Ethan agreed, “but binding.” He walked closer. He smelled like smoke and silver. “You’re not mortally alive,” he said. “Your legacy alive. Oath alive. You cannot age normally. You cannot die normally. You cannot exit the system unless the system wants you to.” Olivia forced herself to breathe. “And you?” Ethan smirked. “I built the system.” “Then break it.”

Elsewhere – The Rising of Old Spirits In a distant monastery hidden within the mountains, monks gathered around a stone obelisk. They chanted in ancient tongues, calling upon the Watchers—those who had once guarded the veil between realms. The obelisk glowed, not with light, but with memory. From its depths rose a spirit not seen in generations—Uriel, the Flame Bearer. His voice thundered across the chamber. “The bloodline has awakened.” A monk stepped forward. “Shall we intervene?”