Spirit Chronicles Aishia Novels & Stories

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

This bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a stage where the lies I've told pirouette around me, each one a specter of the life I thought I wanted. The silence roars like a storm, and within its grasp, I am struck by the irreversible path before me. The woman who once rested beside Alex, blissfully unaware, has disappeared, replaced by a stranger with eyes peeled open and a soul ignited with illicit cravings. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fend off the assault of reality, but it's hopeless—the truth is seared into my core, an unyielding, throbbing force.

Eliphas promised. “Come on and help me get some herbs. Although I have never dealt with something like this, I am confident that I will be able to help him recover.” Eliphas and Maya left the private chamber. Maya went to the garden to get the herbs while Eliphas went to get his spellbook. When Maya came back, she was shocked to see someone sitting beside Ashton with his head lowered. Looking at him up close, Maya realized that she knew the person. “Theo?” Maya called out with a trembling voice. ‘How did Ashton’s beta reach this place?’ Maya was puzzled in her mind as she hurried over.

“One day the wounds on your heart will heal and you’ll never feel those dark grim feelings ever again. One day, you don’t have to play pretend. You are as beautiful as your name, Accashia from the thorns.” And with that… the ceremony to remove the maggots from Calleb’s soul begins.

explained the police officer. "See!" said Shahryr towards Solomon. "Am I talking about you," Solomon said, "or maybe ..." "What do you want to say?" exclaimed Shahryr. "Relax," Solomon said sarcastically at Shahryr. While Aaliyah was mediating between Solomon and Shahryr, a familiar pheromone approached me. As she got closer, she seemed to glow. As usual, the clouds shaded her while the dust cleared her way. She was Aisha.

Aisha was standing, facing me like someone drenched off her soul. At once, she charged at me, wanting to strangle me. She tightened her grip on my neck like my life didn't matter to her anymore. “Why won't you die?” Her voice hoarsed, sounding heavier than normal. I pressed my claws into her shoulders, trying to get free from her attack. Her eyes were pitch black, exactly like that of the witch girls. Damn! Aisha has been posessed. Blood dropped from her shoulders, her grip on my neck weakened. I let out a cough as I could finally inhale oxygen.

I nodded before seeing the lovely woman, the witch queen, come to my side. "It's a huge honor to meet a Luna of your caliber ... Scarlett spoke to me about you in very complimentary terms, an alpha of incredible power, you are a blessed couple and I am pleased to meet you. Dear Queen, allow me to introduce myself, I am Aisha." My heart skipped a beat, how can you be so beautiful and graceful? In no way do I question my sexual orientation but this woman is too good, not the bullshit Selena used to do instead, that's a real woman.

I’ll not be happy to know that he slept around if he's my mate, but I don't want to hold his past against him. As soon as I got to the training ground. I saw Reuben's younger sister, Aisha. Aisha is a year older than me. She shifted lady years but has not found her mate. I must confess that she is prettier than I am. She's such a good soul in and out. I’ve watched her on different occasions for years now and she has proved to be a good soul. I love her just the same way I love her brother, and she doesn't joke with me. She takes me as her younger sister she never had.

“Alisha’s death shortly after you. And she was killed. Well, it was written like that. Wikanya has no time to die. I thought she was the one who performed the ceremony. By sacrificing Alisha’s soul.” Rachata’s eyes fluttered upon hearing this. Hugh had to start all over again. But fortunately, this death was associated with the ceremony of a god, making it easy to get human search stories, including reincarnation. “I wonder because spirits are usually not reborn. Or, at the very least, each had its own address. Or something that still bothers you, but you still emigrated without ever thinking of returning to your homeland. So why does the spirit of Wikanya appear now? Of course, how does it

She had finally found the perfect space she didn't think she needed until now. Joshua soon returned with the cleaning supplies, and together, the Beta and his human Luna, saw to cleansing her new home. # In the forest, Asher crashed from the woods and into the clearing which led to the lake. His knees were finally weakened when his physique chaotically splashed into the water. The ghost was sitting on the edge of the lake, and she smiled sadly. It was tough to leave the man she knew so well and loved so much. Asher splashed his fists into the water and yelled out in a rage. He roared and sobbed out in anger, the veins bordering his neck were stretched and visible.