Spirit Beat Novels & Stories

I would be able to float myself too. I close my eyes and feel the wind and set my spirit free, I could feel the air enveloping my body and there's like energy running into my soul, this is it, the magic that lives in my nature. At about that moment I feel slow that my feet off the ground, I feel my lightness slowly lifting myself off the ground.

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

"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.

His expression was numb, though he occasionally glanced back at her. “Did Mr. Charles send you on this errand?” he finally asked, his raspy voice breaking the silence. Spirit’s first instinct (honed by the terrifying NDA she had signed hours ago) was to lock down and say nothing. But the anger boiling under her skin was too volatile. She needed an ally, or at least a witness to the madness. “Yes,” Spirit blurted. “He woke me up at 11 to fetch a damn salve that apparently couldn’t wait until morning. I had to get an emergency loan just to cover it. It’s completely unprofessional, manipulative, and a total abuse of power.”

She gags on the balcony behind me, "Get him out of your head and focus." "Stop reading my thoughts. What did you find?" "Well, Bruce has his own access to the spirit. He calls his the holy ghost or spirit, while we call ours a spirit guide. It's the same concept, but Bruce thinks he's reaching God." I question, "Can we reach God?" "I'm sure we can, but God requires too much of you. To access Him, you'll have to deny all your help from the other side." My face was in my pillow, but I sat up to ask, "Which is more powerful?"

more he did not know. Realistically, she had looked too comfortable pretending to be human for it to be an external party that dosed her; even the sheer gall she had to run from him hinted at her desperation to escape him, yet… that couldn’t be it. That shouldn’t be it; she shouldn’t have been taking toxins to stunt her abilities, abilities that would solidify her position in the pack…in any pack. “What other abilities does a spirit born have?” “Textbook wise, high regeneration, high purification and some mention seer abilities, like they can peer into the future through dreams, but it is not-.”

Wilbur sensed that the zombie before him was different and could not help but remember the types of zombies he had encountered in the past. Spirit enchantment, like its name, was the process of forcing spiritual energy into a zombie's body through a source to increase its fighting powers. The biggest specialty of this evil sorcery spell was that it gave the zombie an endless source of spiritual energy to take the opponent down, waiting for a crack to appear for the zombie's controller to land the fatal move. This was a useful battle plan against cultivators below Sanctuary level but was hardly anything to someone like Wilbur. Cultivators of Sanctuary level and above were able to regain their

Something that only happened when Spirit had completely entered your body. “You need not feel apprehensive by the changing of the color of your eyes. It is completely normal when it comes to Spirit entering your soul. She has changed you in many ways. You will notice more changes as time passes by, but nothing will be as drastic as the change in your eyes. This is a blessing, not a curse. Something that you should feel honored by.” Emerald was hoping that she’d have more time before Spirit fully encompassed Abigail, but it had happened immediately, something that rarely ever happened.

With nine Grandispirit Pills at his disposal, Severin believed that a breakthrough to level five paragon could be achieved! Eager to test that potential, Severin swallowed a pill. The medicinal power quickly spread throughout his body, and he felt a fuzzy warmth coursing through his veins. The sensation was like taking a bath in a hot spring, as his pores opened and absorbed the spiritual energy from his surroundings. Within moments, a vortex of spiritual energy appeared, and the room was soon engulfed in a thick white fog comprised of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”