Spirit Bound Vampire Academy Novels & Stories

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

How could I possibly beat him now, when he had the power of many, many werewolves helping him? But then, I noticed it – a soft pull on my thoughts. I looked around and saw that not all the spirits were being drawn to Ryder. Many of them were reaching out to me, offering their strength willingly. Understanding dawned on me. This was the last battlefield, where the destiny of all werewolves — from the past, the present, and the future — would be determined. And I wasn't fighting by myself. With a silent prayer of thanks, I opened myself to the spirits, feeling their power flow into me. It was different from Ryder's stolen energy – this was warm, comforting, filled with the wisdom and love of c

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

I asked quickly, switching from the question that was dancing on top of my lips to something else. He laughed bitterly, "Do you mean my wife?" Before I could change his mind, he held my face in his hands. "Not anymore, because she's right here with me. I've waited for you for a long time Bella and having you here, means the whole world to me" I removed his hand from my face. "What do you mean?" "Vampires are destined for one Emerthus (a soulmate) all our lives and if our Emerthus die before time, they get reincarnated as long as the other soulmate is still alive. This isn't your first life Bella, it's your second''

Although I had to admit, I'd never encountered Moroi around our age in this bar. In this world, there were three kinds that belonged to the supernatural worlds. Things that only existed in fantasy and nightmares. Three kinds of vampires. There was the almost hopeless kind, the Moroi. They were one of the two blood drinking types and they were the ones treated like royalty. It was the Moroi that ruled the vampire community and they were the only ones that possessed magic. Well, there was one exception but I'll go into that later. There were five elements a Moroi could specialise in, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water and Spirit. The last one was an odd one, only rediscovered a century ago. Spirit had d

“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

It felt like my soul was tearing apart. "I understand," I said quietly, though my voice broke. "But it does not change how much I love you." Paris took a slow, painful breath. Her eyes filled with sadness. "Even if we tried to accept each other, we cannot be together. I am a Spiritborn, Vincent. Born from the divine blood of Zara, I am half mortal, half pure light wrapped in flesh." She paused, her weak hand reaching for mine. "And you... you are a demon wolf. Born from darkness and fury, cursed by the gods"

"We are all going out alive." She walked out and all the twenty animals turned towards us in sync. I shifted into my powerful Lycan, as Kai and Everett followed me. "Kill them all..." The ferals pounced at us, and the sound of bones rattling filled the air when I heard the familiar wail of the spirit. My eyes widened as I watched as the spirit reached lower and started to screech and scream until the ferals backed away and then completely disappeared. The spirit turned towards us, its body rattling in the wind.