Pure Spirit Novels & Stories

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

John muttered while signing out of his account 'Jennith'. *** An annoyed girl stared at herself in the mirror, injuries again! Fuck this power! Fuck being a Pure! Fuck normals with their perfect life! Ahhh! Fuck her goddamn hair that always had to tangle up too! That's right, the user with the id the purest bitch was a Pure with the power of summoning, spirits, ghosts all sorts of things, she could summon all of 'em ever since she had awakened. She would be able to summon them and even sign an agreement with them, or make them her slaves if they weren't really strong but something happened.

The nature of its spirits qi was pure yang and have the ability to purify all evil once it’s touch this golden light. “...Is just an object that has the purest spirits Qi with pure yang nature that born from cultivating one’s cultivation to the beyond immortal with yang element spirits arts.” Said the old monk without giving much honor to the object in his hand like he’s explaining about the pill effect that can be bought in the market.

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

I cut him off, hastening to pour myself another glass of wine. I already did that before he grabbed the bottle of what was left from my reach. "Umperio de spiriti. Imported directly on demand from Japan's biggest brewery. 56% alcohol contained. Hits harder when had on an empty stomach or a few minutes after a meal. Except you want to do this to yourself," he finished, looking up from the label on the bottle like he had read all of those from there. I chuckled, my eyes already feeling heavy. "You know so much. I'm impressed," I chuckled, not sure anymore of how much control I had of my head.

I break our hug and cup Iru's face into my palms. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Your smile, my serenity. Your eyes, my identity. This kiss with amenity. Loving me is your lenity There is no obscenity. This love has only purity. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""" I recite by looking into her eyes. She gives me a big smile. I hugged her again. Yes, THIS LOVE HAS ONLY PURITY.

Adrian, not embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, asked, “Forgive my ignorance, but what exactly is a spirit spring?” Clyde explained, “A spirit spring is a celestial item usually found with a high-quality celestial vein. It appears as a stream of aura essence, similar to spring water. The aura essence in a spirit spring is very dense, so training within a six-meter radius of one is like training with a high-grade celestial vein. However, beyond this range, the essence dissipates, which is why my brother was so aggressive in obtaining Lumia Isle. I hope that makes sense.” Realizing the significant advantage he had discovered, Adrian was about to respond when Clyde added, “The water from the

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

The spirits look clear, and not have color. "Why are the spirits colorless?" Ardina asked curiously. "They have lied a lot during their lives to other people in the world. They took a lot of other people's rights that they shouldn't have taken. And that's the punishment, they look confused." Olive said at length. Ardina disturbed understanding. Olive's explanation was very clear.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.