Spirit Beat Novels & Stories

“Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of our coven. They worshiped Death and wanted to help him like we do with reaping souls, but as you know, our coven is special because we are descendants of Death. It doesn't matter how diluted the bloodline is. The only way someone is a member of our coven is if they have some of Death’s DNA. It’s part of why he always had to have children so often. Though, he solved that with my bl

Glory was the next one to go “I was born a duel spirit; I was born with both the ability to control lighting and snow and ice. But I can also control earth, water, and fire, I guess I can go with the flow, be headstrong and not think before doing things at times. It's a lot more fun that way.” Paul looked reluctant to go like he was not going to like the question that Jake was going to ask next. “Well I was born a Shadow sprit user, but I also mastered all the other spirits, when something like that happens wolves are called Master spirits because they know all the spirits even the rare ones.” Jake looked at him and you could swear that you could see jealously in his eyes.

He spoke to Zeke, "I don't think that woman is about to talk. Start with the torture." "Yes," Zeke responded. Then he took out a soft whip from his clothes. The whip was half translucent while a golden halo was circulating on it. It was the Spirit Whip exclusive to the Godly Region. Once it was used on a person's body, not only did the person suffer physical pain, but their soul would also suffer tremendous torment. Zeke swung the whip in the air once. Then he looked at Rachelle and said, "I'm giving you one more chance. Are you going to talk?"

Patricia said. “Then what? How do I know it worked?” I asked. “That’s the tricky part. Spirit can manifest in many different forms. It can be as simple as affecting someone’s mood or as complicated as coaxing a person’s soul to leave their body. Not exactly killing them, if you tell their soul to go back in time.” Rowan said. “Why don’t we just work on changing someone’s mood. Just don’t do it to Aria. Her powers may lash out, even if you are trying to make her happy.” Patricia said smiling at Aria.

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

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

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

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?"

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”