Spirit Chronicles Aishia Novels & Stories

The end of the cigarette lit up, and little grey clouds floated lazily as Aisha took a few puffs before finally starting with the story. “Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But contrary to what most people think, Alisa never had an easy childhood. She thinks it’s because of her Gift. Maybe it is, partly, but if you ask me, Ali wouldn’t have had such a rough time of it if it hadn’t been for him…” *****

I smile softly as he motions me closer. Have we heard from Sinful in the past week where everything has changed? No. That scares me the most. Since Asher came back, he reclaimed full control over his Pack, retiring Shanae, the crazy lady who had sacrificed me in the first place back to where she had come from. Still. No Sinful is extremely unnerving. He's getting into my head without being here, which is something only he could achieve. "Alaya," Asher prompts, as he steps into the water. I sit up, watching him. "Are you coming?"

Aisha immediately plucked him from her hands and kissed his cheeks successively. "Oh my baby, I have missed you," Aisha said to Uthman jnr and played with him. Tequila moved to where Aliyah laid down on the bed and sighed. She did not like the fact that she was so still. "Ms Tequila. You came to see me," Aliyah said to her, her voice broke surprise. The last time Tequila came, Aliyah was unconscious, and felt so hard to stand there and look at her, knowing fully well that she was the cause of her ailment.

Drake asked quickly as his eyes widened. “She locked up Mellisa who was trying to resuscitate her, we didn’t realize that at that time Morena’s soul was slowly being replaced by Pearl… Until she locked up, Mellisa and I realized that my daughter Morena’s soul had been completely replaced” She sobbed and I approached her before hugging her. “

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

He found out how to use the mate-bond, and now I truly was craving the taste of death. When we weren’t together, Ophelia tended to the warriors Ryker allowed her to bring to the island. They trained in tight units on a private stretch of beach. I watched them from the bluff once, admiring Ophelia’s Beta, a saying I still wasn’t used to using. Aisha was a machine, and the small amount of magic she exuded made her excel in combat. Plus, she genuinely seemed loyal to Ophelia. My mornings, and some late evenings on the days my classes ran early, were reserved for Coop.

Just like that, her little sympathy quickly disappeared. Loud cheering broke out on the arena-like courtyard as Aiyisha made her way to the middle, looking every bit like a warrior dressed to kill in her tight bra-like gold and white ensemble with a matching flowy skirt that had so many slits that her movement would not be impeded in any way. Her blond hair was tied in a severe bun atop her head and from the serious look on her face, it was very much obvious that she was not going to spare any one who dared cross her path. The healer, who Kendra had learnt was named Ursula started some incantations in the ancient language, and then smeared soot under Aiyisha’s eyes and from her forehead all

Yehria flicked her long hair and threw a seductive glance at the Waitara Path’s soul spirit. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit was stunned. Yehria passed by the Waitara Path’s soul spirit, her tempting fragrance filling the air. She glared at Thea and said, “We meet again, bitch. How have you been?”

"And tired men make emotional choices. Emotional men destroy empires." ​"She isn't an emotional choice," I said. My voice sounded raspy, hollowed out by three days of running on caffeine and cold sweat. "Seraphina has been loyal to this family. She kept the Blackwood account intact when everyone else panicked. She bled for us." ​Harrison leaned back in his leather chair, the dim lamp catching the silver at his temples. He looked at me not with anger, but with a cold, devastating pity that made my gut clench.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.