Spirit Bound Vampire Academy Novels & Stories

He stepped back, black wings trembling, ready to strike — then her voice echoed, not words, but soul-resonance. “Lucien…” He froze. From the circle’s center, a hazy figure rose — her, but no longer human. Hair flowed in red wind, eyes glowing like devoured moonlight. Half blood, half light. Evelyn — the reborn Blood Spirit. “I cannot die…” she whispered. “Because you still live.” Lucien reached — his hand passed through. Blood-light scattered like falling sparks. He clenched his fist. “Are you real — or just a blood-shadow?”

He never mind-links so that was a lie but he was the strongest and nothing gets through to him. "Be careful and don't get drunk..." Aiden jokes. They never get drunk, they are Werewolves. Leonardo stood in place for a few minutes watching his Betas shift and took off into the night. ***** He began his short walk to The Spirits, a seedy-looking bar. The Spirits was owned by a Vampire and most of the clientele is of the supernatural variety. Sure they get humans around on a regular basis but they had no idea. The front was covered in graffiti with two bouncers positioned at the front door. A strip club was by the left while a tattoo parlor was situated by the right. The Spirits was his favorit

And even she felt that it was wasted on a Wraith – a lifeform that stole the life force of other lifeforms. “However, if I am to go by what I saw in the description, my attack must have damaged your Spirt,” Mane frowned and said. By description, an attack on the soul was fatal. Mane attacked the Wraith’s Spirit initially. And the Spirit was a part of a person’s being that was heavily tethered to the soul. And that was why to be a Spiritualist, one had to have a Soul Based bloodline. Since Mane attacked the Wraith’s spirit, her soul should have also been damaged. Which meant that it was likely that the Wraith wasn’t going to have such an easy time reviving if she died again.

Jace slowly lifted the vile to his lips… "Wait! How will we know it worked?" Simon jumped up asking, stopping Jace before he drank the potion. Jace lowered his hand. "Well you're all human so none of you will be able to see my see my spirit leave. This could take hours or days. Cora and Zara are in the basement chanting to help keep my spirit from wandering. So if they come up before I wake up then my tie has broken and my soul is lost" Jace informed them gloomily.

The Spirit giggled “I know. But he and you differ in ways that are beneficial to me. Unlike you, he will be easier to control, and he looks like fun. He wants to see this world burn, and well, so do I. Once he overuses my power, which he will, his body will be mine completely.” Diego said nothing, she knew that to be the truth for a fact. Diego had unwillingly used the Black Spirits powers maybe once or twice before. She hated that power because it made her feel like a monster. The Spirit used Diego’s rampages as a window to control her and cause destruction. “So, do us both a favour and sit down and be humble” the Spirit said happily. “Your death is my key out of this pathetic body of yours

Her eyes caught him cutting a rose as he in turn revealed his intention. "Lara my love, my cupcake, the mother of our child and other children to come. Please can you give us another chapter in life. I know you have given me your life for eternity. Your body, your love and your soul as well. Will you grant me your word to be my wife. I am not good with this but l just want to say 'marry me'," he finished as he put a ring on her finger without waiting for her answer as if he already knew. She ended up saying yes yes as she cried on his chest, she never expected to get married to a vampire but here she is loving one with all her being. She herself turning into one of them for his sake.

"I need to know the truth. About your past." He hesitated for a moment before nodding, accepting my request. He took a deep breath and started telling me the story that had troubled him for a long time. "I cannot tell you everything about my past now, but I promise I will, in bits. There's an old prophecy," Adrian began, his voice filled with pain and determination. "It talks about a special person who has both vampire and werewolf blood and not just any kind of blood, a crescented one which is one of the most powerful one ever birthed in existence. This person has incredible power and can either bring balance or cause great harm to the world we live in."

She looked at the large image of Jesus Christ on the cross; even though she was in the far back, she could clearly see the image of Jesus Christ due to its size. "The Philippines can't really compare to other countries; there are huge differences in everything," she said. After that, she stood up and began to pray. "Lord, I know how fascinated I am by vampires, but can't you make this vampire hunting journey easier for me? Can you please assist me in putting my curiosity about them to rest?" Cyrille prayed in desperation. "I don't asked to see a bunch of vampires; I just want to see one. Just let me see one of them, please. Please? Lord?" She pleaded, blinking her eyes like a child begging a

It was useless. Nothing was coming up, perhaps I needed a shower to freshen up and try again later, some food would have helped too. The moment my guts convinced me she was in Salem I lost my appetite, my judgment was clogged by anger and vengeance. Until her head was on a spike, until my silver blade chopped her head off, I wasn't going to rest. It was do or die for me. Out of anger, I found myself crushing the can of soda in my right hand, spilling it on the carpet. The bitch had been on my nerves for quite some time. At some point, I had thought of letting go, holding on was doing more harm than good but then those memories of my innocent family being butchered by a sadistic vampire would