Novelas y relatos de Spirit Animals Books

Ivory said the word blessed like it was a burden making air quotes with her fingers, and Magnus figured this frustrated both women. “Well, it says here that some can commune with creatures, others with… Spirits. Do they mean nature spirits or ghosts of the dead?” “Okay, maybe I don’t want to talk to the dead. Not after what I’ve seen. Talking to animals, spirits, or gods. I think Sapphire got the best one.” “But Ivory, it means there’s a third wolf hybrid out there that belongs with us. We have a sibling.” “Ivory?” “Ivory sat there for a moment. What are you thinking?” Ran asked.

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.

Then after lowering my head, I read aloud the massive words on the book cover, once again, “Coalition of Animal and Spirit.” Immediately, the book on the table began to vibrate and shake as though the doing of an exterior effect. “What's going on?” All of the sudden, it finally halted and opened up, somewhere towards the middle. I looked under the table to be sure I wasn't having an illusion, but there was nothing underneath. Exhaling, I stared intensely to the first words I saw. “Animals (savage beasts or not), because being mobile organisms, have the power to harness their souls with phantom spirits with the aid of spirit cultivation technique manuals.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

I quickly pull the girl onto my lap to give her more comfort. “Carolyn are you familiar with the spirit world?” I ask her cautiously. The young girl shakes her head no. “Spirits live all around us, in nature in the trees, even in the very winds that blow around us. When people die in this world, they become spirits. Now some people believe that those spirits are later reincarnated into our wolves, and some believe that they serve the Moon Goddess, while others believe that they simply watch over those of us who are still living.” The young girl shakes her head in acknowledgment of my story, so I continue. “Some people have seen these spirits before, but I think you have been blessed my littl

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

“There’s always some way to fight. I just have to figure it out.” I flatten my hand over his abdomen. “What about your book? Is there anything in there that could help?” “No,” I tell him. “Not in mine…but there might be something in one of the books at the Academy.” I shoot up. “Watch over my body while I astral project there?” “You can do that?” I smile. “Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.”

I was elated though, and I didn’t really care about the outfit. I had two spirit animals, and I couldn’t believe this. It was weird in my human form because I could feel them inside of me. They were co-existing in my mind and if I really thought about it, could even see them. They were both so beautiful and breathtaking. It was like day and night with one being pure white and the other being completely black. But they both had bright purple eyes and I wasn’t sure what that meant. But they were mine and they were perfect.

Thankfully they hear the fear in my voice and listen to my directions and leave the room. It takes me a few more minutes to reach Ri'elle, he is no longer able to speak, there is blood pouring from his mouth. I slowly reach out to the spirits around him, taking some of the pressure off of him, then I redirect that energy to the animals around us. The way that this specific spell works is that the enemy has bound a single spirit to each of the wolves in my pack that is under attack. These spirits are trying to rip the souls out of the bodies of each of the pack members. What Ri'elle is trying to do is redirect the spirits away from the pack members, onto the animals, from there he can try to