Spell Spirits Novels & Stories

"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."

A gentle and soothingly soft voice invades my mind. "Who are you? Why are you in my mind? What did you do with Sunny!?" I literally scream out loud. I do not want to share such intimacy with a stranger. Whoever she is, she cannot replace my Sunny! I do not care even if she wants to help me. "I am your other spirit. The one who gave you the wings during the battle. I am Seraphim." "Oh dear wolf spirits. not another super being again!" I literally groan out loud.

I seriously nodded my head when I got the full context. Kaya pala, ang ginagamit nilang ink bilang pansulat ng spell ay kanila mismong kaluluwa or spirit and the book is made out of mana, a combination of mana and spirituality. That’s why they don’t need chanting or anything, and it’s more powerful dahil it touches the realm of nature and divinity. So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands.

To get the right ambiance going. I hear the overlapping wispy voices of the Spirits, "They're here," "Here!" "They are coming," "Coming!" "Powerful these ones," "These ones!" "Stronger," "Stronger than the last!" "Last!" "The Strongest I've felt so far!" "They don't know," "Don't know their potential," "No not yet!" "But it's there inside," "Inside of them," "I feel it, pulsating from their very core!" "Yes, it's there!" "I feel it too, it's powerful!" "It has the potential for great light," "Or great darkness!" "Send them," "Yes, send them to Lucia!" "Yes, Lucia and Edvard are powerful enough to handle these ones!" "YES!" They all yell together.

I immediately went to Sterling since he was practically an expert on the dead, but even he couldn’t help. “I can’t get a read on it. Whatever kind of spirit it is, it’s hiding from me. Are you sure you tried all of the banishments in the spellbook? And none of them worked? Alright, don’t snap at me, I’m just trying to help you.” I was left with no option but to accept the spirit and hoped it would go away on its own. As much as I prayed, the problem persisted. With a sigh of resignation, I returned the bottles to their place in the fridge before snatching up the jar of olives from the counter. I let out a hum of contentment as I popped one in my mouth.

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

“So many new terms. What’s that now?” “All witches have a magical animal spirit that guides them. Malphus is your animal spirit guide. He has some powers that will help you in guidance and protect you. You have to communicate with him.” she explained and looked at the grandfather clock that chimed. Its hour hand was on three p.m and I realized that it was already afternoon. “My time is done here. Remember what I told you, Avery. All those tormented souls are dependent on you. I know you will make the right decision.” she said and I watched as her body slowly turned translucent until it was completely transparent and she faded into thin air like she never existed.

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”