S P I R I T Unscramble Novels & Stories

Kambiri interrupted without even letting him to finish speaking. "Help me fix the ring on my finger, just help me put the ring on my finger, that's all you need to do" Brandon requested and without wasting any little time. Kambiri quickly reached out to the ring and picked it up and then fixes it back to his finger. And just immediately the ring entered his finger it begins to spark and then fire started burning all over the ring. While Kambi and his brother Kamdi steps aside watching what his going on. ★Meanwhile★

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then spoke aloud: “I know you’re confused. He’s coming for me because I am a Spirit Wolf—I am the Guardian of all living Spirit Wolves, the last remaining Spirit Wolf Alpha.” The murmurs grew louder, the pack visibly unsettled. Some looked frightened, others confused. “What you’ve been told is wrong,” I continued. “Spirit Wolves are not infected with evil. We are not monsters. We are like you—except that magic runs in our blood. We possess abilities beyond ordinary wolves, blessings from the Moon Goddess herself. Our magic is given to us by her, not passed down through generations like our wolves. I am grateful for this pack’s protection, and I will

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

Now he is busy gathering support from influential school students, none other than the old kids as his close friends. Submission of application to form this club is not just any. Hoping after gathering support from the best students in the academic world, namely the top five consisting of Carol, William, Sihan and Anthony themselves, this proposal can pass smoothly without obstacles. Sihan was a model student and a role model for students in ethics. Carol is the school's unofficial mascot and public image. Anthony troublemaker, who overwhelmed the school, went awry because in line with his mischief, the school's grades remained superior to the majority of SOPA students. Then William.

After all, if he is still a child at heart, it means he knows nothing, that his intellect is still primitive. "I'm sorry. That's a silly question. You are a great man, after all. But you're just very kind and sometimes, it's scary. You see, I'm not used to people like you. That's why you're a unique case to me. And when a person sees someone unique and kind in front of him, he starts to think that he is just crazy. That's the easiest explanation, after all."