Spirit Chronicles Aishia Novels & Stories

He definitely doesn't have the humor to make a girl laugh. "What was that?" I asked. "Elysiaa! He promised to make me his Luna on the night of Blood Moon" She looks so happy that it hurts.Nikona is not the right man for her.What do I do? I was stressed even after getting home.I desperately pray to Goddess for some miracle to happen.

I hated leaving Charlotte, but she had Lance and Warren to keep her safe. “So, what’s going on” Grant asked. “AF is a chick, she worked for Gavin and Phillip. She hates the way they treat women so wants to be a spy for me and update me on what is going on. She is going to find out the location of their warehouse and send it to me. Only top ranks know where it is.” “Is that it?” I asked. “What do you mean is that it?” “Do you not think that this all seems too easy? How did she find out who you really are?”

I mentioned. “Why?” asked Bobby. “How should I know, I’m the new girl remember?” Schuss, how could they forget that? I talk to the dead, and I am starting to see things. “Maybe we can find out tonight,” offered Daniel. “We’ll confront her.” “Alright,” agreed Bobby. “And I’m sorry again.” “It’s fine, we’re best friends, we’ll get through it,” replied Daniel. I wish I had a best friend, I thought gloomily, but maybe I will be able to make one now. I’m no longer moving, and Bert’s gone!

After shedding off her standoff-ish skin, Aisha begged Ursa to stop calling her Princess, knowing that it was only being used to mock her. “I can show you! I can prove myself! What are you doing today? We can head down to the training grounds for the knights-- I’ll show you what I’ve got!” Aisha’s change in demeanor gave Ursa whiplash, but she was slowly becoming accustomed to it. The girl was still young and a slave to her emotions, as most teenagers were. A couple of mood swings didn’t hurt anyone, just left them dazed and confused.

Dean— “I will make my way to the bakery. Please do not betray us as I do have men that are inside these gates.” Amira – “How do I know that you will not betray me? Neither of us knows the other, yet we must trust one another for this to work.” My Ashina grew up to build an army. I wonder what happened to my sister and her mate. I wonder how big the army is that she amassed. I can’t leave my mate, the king has him hidden somewhere, and if I escape, he will kill my mate. “I will send dolly to you now. By the way, her real name is Dahlia. My daughter when she was just a toddler nicknamed her Dolly. She will be on her way in about five-minutes.”

The ancient Dragonwolf spirit looked at Asher, and her lips pulled back in a snarl that was pure predator. "Hello, betrayer," she said, her voice layered with two tones—Claire's and something much older. "Remember me?" For the first time, Asher's confident expression cracked. His eyes widened. "You're supposed to be dead." The spirit smiled, sharp and terrible. "So are you." She lunged.

“I admired you from afar. I admired how you chose compassion even when the pack didn’t deserve it. How you made Crimson Claw prosper without cruelty.” She swallowed. “Because I knew my lineage… and because I hated how the Riggs family, especially Alpha Elliot, treated you, I kept my distance. I didn’t want my blood to stain your name.” Aria’s eyes shimmered. “But if I am given the chance,” Aisha said quietly, “I would like to learn from you. Truly.” My chest tightened. “So no,” Aisha continued, lifting her chin. “I will not turn my back on my pack. I accept my bloodline. Not out of obligation, but with hope.”

"The world in which you have always dreamed for , it's finally happening , everyone knows that I am a witch now and they accepted me, humans and witches and even other creatures live in harmony again just like the old times ,no discrimination whatsoever , isn't that amazing , I know right , "And you remember your close friend Akila the spirit, Goddess of understanding , she's no longer a spirit ,she back to her human self ,she back to her sister and kingdom , she's no longer trapped in her book and she's getting married to her newly found soulmate ,I know you have always wished that for her .

It had been belonging. One afternoon, after finishing her rounds earlier than expected, Aisha returned to the archives. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a maintenance cart somewhere down the hallway. Sunlight filtered through a narrow window, illuminating dust particles that drifted lazily through the air. Helen glanced up from her desk when Aisha entered. "Back again?" Aisha smiled sheepishly. "I'm becoming predictable." "You and everyone else who gets interested in Arman."

“Thou makest darkness, and it is night . . . ” Mr. Vespers (as he’d so inappropriately been dubbed) dragged the girl off the roadway by the wrist of her dislocated arm and moved toward an eroding drainage ditch nearby. She came to long enough to start struggling again, her shrieks of pain muffled from the gag as she tried to get free. He kicked her once in the skull and suddenly she didn’t look young or pretty anymore. “ . . . hear me, O nameless King. Let my prayer arise in Thy sight as incense. And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice . . . ”