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I now knew what made Trazmoz so attractive to the Rogues, with Morena’s soul inside and the Book of Darkness, it was no wonder Pearl tried to rally Jack’s men to continue guarding this place. Yes, with Morena’s soul and the book of darkness, everything seems to be easier because only Pearl’s mortal body is left, but will it be that easy? It can’t be that easy…. ‘Have faith’ Destine whispered in my head, she knew what was worrying me right now. I sighed again “What if we fail?” I asked my white-wolf with tears in my eyes as I imagined the terrible things that could happen if everything failed. ‘Moon Goddess lent me to you with her plan, believe me’ Destine’s words startled me.

** Paige’s POV ** I feel it before Ronnie says the words, a subtle pull in my chest, threads tightening between me and each of them, different textures, different temperatures. “You are Spirit,” Ronnie says to me, his voice steady. “Not light alone. Not life alone. Spirit is will, choice, meaning. You connect what is, what was, and what will be.” My stomach warms in response, a soft answering thrum that makes my breath hitch. “And they,” Ronnie continues, turning slightly, “are the elements that allow Spirit to exist in the physical world.”

"Allow me to ask you something else. Do you think spirits and souls and ghosts and ghouls have blood or any other type of fluid or matter in their bodies? Do they have weight?” She asked and I thought about it and I almost slapped myself. "Ah, so, since I could see my own blood it means that I am here in my physical body? But how?" I wondered. According to the little I had read when I was training to be the Alpha of the Crimson Shadow Pack, spirits do not have matter in this world. Remember, anything that has matter occupies space but spirits are space themselves. They are invisible because they don't belong here and the elements of this world do not affect or control them.

His spiritual side is trembling in shame. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

the spirit of the world thought, glaring at Blue Firebird with anger. "Because you did something foolish! From the start, we knew you were lying. A spirit of the world without a master, living for hundreds of millions of years, isn't something ordinary. Because, as far as I know, wherever they are, even in the upper realms of the world, they must have a master to strengthen their world. But you…" The blue Firebird raised its blue flames again. The intense heat grew more intense for the world spirit, who knew exactly what the blue Firebird was trying to say. A world spirit that should have a master but chose to live without one and create its own world, slowly declining—that was the most terr

my eyes went down his hard manhood. “Your video? That’s not your video–” I cut him off by taking the remote from his hands to turn on the tv. Then the video flashed again with my face on it, clear. Manuel gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he looked away. “That’s my face, Manuel. Masturbating is normal, yes. I’ve done it multiple times. In fact, I was masturbating—finger fucking my cunt—before I went here. But to lust on your step sister while being married is not normal. So make me understand these things, Manuel.”

We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence. Together, we formed a circle, our heads bowed in reverence as we called upon the spirits for guidance. The forest grew still, the rustling leaves hushing to a gentle whisper. We opened our hearts and minds, reaching out to the ancient energies that surrounded us. In the depths of our collective consciousness, the spirits answered. Visions flickered before our eyes, fragments of insight and hidden knowledge. They revealed the weaknesses of our adversaries, the secret paths that would lead us to victory. With each revelation, our confidence grew, and our bond as a pack deepened.

As he mumbled, his eyes wandered to the shimmering pool of liquid-like spiritual energies and he could not quite peel his eyes away. The Spirit Basin was nowhere near the size of an actual lagoon basin of water, but rather, just a little pond with barely a bucketful of liquefied spiritual energy known as Spirit Flux which only grew painfully slowly. If he was right, Chu Xun reckoned that this pond only existed after a long wait for thousands of years.

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,

"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."