Spirit And Stein Novels & Stories

"Not to mention, I'm not too great with surprises." "Really? You seem like the type to get excited about surprises," he mused. "I haven't had many good surprises." I scoffed. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this but what aspect of Spirit does your mum specialise in?" He stared at me in shock. "How did you know my mum was a Spirit user?" "She told me." I replied vaguely for now. "I think she specializes in auras just like Doctor Salvatore." "Well, that explains it."

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

asked the spirit near Long Chen. “Hmmmm? You can still taste wine, right?” “Of course we can, even though we’re spirits here. But this place makes us not much different from humans here. So we can drink and eat as we please.” Long Chen nodded, then produced a full jug of wine in front of the senior spirits. Their expressions immediately turned疯狂 upon catching the scent of the wine. “Excellent! This is a fine item. I’ll bet my sacred-level technique.” The old spirit said excitedly.

"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.

“What am I going to use this for? I’m out five hundred dollars because of his little midnight whim!” Chris looked down at the jar in her hands, a faint smile touching his lips. Instead of answering her question, his eyes flicked back up to hers. “How did you know it was me?” Spirit frowned, her brain struggling to switch gears. “What?” “How did you know I was Chris?” he asked, leaning his shoulder against the wall, watching her with sudden, playful curiosity. “It’s dark. We look identical. It could easily be Chase standing here.” “Because I have eyes, Chris,” Spirit muttered, hugging the jar clutched to her chest.

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

The stronger essences fought against the attempts to manipulate them, forcing anyone who held the spirits to bind and control them throughout the process. As expected, the spirit bit, cracked and somewhat cursed at him as he bound it to his blast rod. The rune craft of his weapon kept the volatile being in its place. He floated the rod to his hand and tested the rod’s glass view aiming sights. Modified to highlight enemies, now he could see potential route of the plasma spirit once fired. The essence was designed to destroy autogolems, he was planning on bringing it a jungle expedition. DragonWolves were irreligious and spiritual at most. But he prayed to Akath that he was wrong.

She seemed to come up with his name on her own almost as soon as I introduced him to her. “Ohhh, okay. Well, what if I tell you that my new friend Klay is Swagga’s human spirit?” I turn her in my arms to face him. “You know how Saint’s spirit is inside Uncle Bronx and Ghost’s spirit is inside Daddy? Swagga’s tiger spirit is inside Klay.” “Codi haf tiger spirit?” She points to her belly and looks at me hopefully. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you have a wolf spirit. She’s just sleeping until you turn seventeen.” I click my tongue between my teeth at the disappointing news.

She met Gior's eyes, who was still outside the barrier with wide eyes open. 'If it is not Gior, then who is it?' Aesthelia asked in panic. She can't push the arms away due to the fact that she's drained and exhausted. Aesthelia wanted to ask whoever it was, but her jaw almost dropped when her eyes met the spirit in front of her. "I come to greet you, my summoner," the spirit commented with a smile, as he bowed like a royal being. The spirit looks divine, but it's not a wolf; rather, it resembles a human instead. Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title?

I'm sure it'll be strange for me. "Tsk! Please don't ignore me!" The boy finally lost his patience and moved one of the neatly parked bicycles. 'He has the ability to move things!' What have you done, Ellice? This spirit is a bad one! That's not something a typical ghost can accomplish; I need to get out of here right now!' I thought. "Ahh!" As soon as I saw the bike move, I screamed. I attempted to be as normal as possible. I dashed for the exit, passing him on my way out. I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare.