Spirit Chronicles Characters Novels & Stories

"She's a Spirit user and she heals people really well just as Lady Drozdov can. Apparently Dr. Salvatore is the best healer around." "So… how many of these Spirit users are there? I mean, there doesn't seem to be that many around. Most Moroi in my year play around with elements." "If we're talking about your year, I think O'Connor is a Spirit user. Who else do you know well?" "Moroi? Just Ozera, Dan, Jacks, Quinn and O'Connor. I haven't had time to get to know others just yet." "You will. It's only been two weeks after all so you have plenty of time. You already know about Dr. Salvatore and Lady Drozdov. Now you know about Eric."

Colby When the Spiritborn came back to life, we all tensed. I looked at it, feeling like it was about to call my name. And you know what? I wasn’t wrong. This was exactly what the damn thing did. The moment the Spiritborn called my name, the air shifted. “Colby McGrath. Step forward.” I blinked, staring up at them like maybe they’d gotten the name wrong. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. Everyone turned to look at me.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

“You’re not Architect. You’re not Balancer.” “No,” she agrees. “Those are all… rigid.” “Then what are you?” She considers me for a long moment before answering. “A survivor.” Blake mutters, “That’s never ominous.” She ignores him. “Long before the Architects started pruning worlds, there were people who slipped between the cracks. Observers. Interveners. Mistakes that didn’t die.” Ethan’s eyes narrow. “You’re saying you don’t belong anywhere.” “I belong wherever I decide to stand,” she replies coolly. “Tonight, that happens to be Midnight.”

But as if she had known me all my life. "Little Moon," Her voice echoed gently inside my mind. Not my wolf. Not Lyra. Someone far older. "You have finally awakened." My breath caught. "Who are you?" The spirit lowered her head. "I am Selene, the First Spirit of the Moon. Before there were Alphas, before there were Keepers, I guarded the balance between light and darkness." The name stirred something deep within me. Ancient, sacred, real. Before I could speak again, Lucien's furious roar shattered the silence. "I don't care what spirit protects you!" He hurled the broken remains of his sword aside and extended both hands. Darkness erupted from beneath the snow. Shadow beasts clawed their way

Upon finding out about Els' solicitation, Louise snickered her folks out relentless. Charlando looked inauspicious. "What's going on with him… This little half-pint utilizing aphrodisiacs at his ready youthful age… Skirt-pursuing the entire day without really doing anything valuable… I have to show him something new! Pass on that with me and advise Els to see me when he gets some information about it. Els, or Brennan Evanport, was one of the organization heads three regions away. He was a Two Star Silver Swordsman as well as Charlando's solitary relative; his nephew.

They patrol and guard the pack lands and are expected to continue until they're either too old or injured irreparably and then they're allowed to take on other roles, like Mr Lars, who lost both his legs in the attack that killed Alpha Eligor's mother a few years before I was born. I can't wait to graduate and get out of here, that's if I can think of a good enough reason to take to Alpha Eligor. I need to convince him to give his permission for me to leave. I could run away without it, but I'd be cast out as a rogue, forbidden to come back and even though our views differ drastically, I love my family and I'd still like to visit them, even if I don't want to live here. 'Do you need somethin

Maybe there are many Spirit Sprites here in the Inner World. “Are there many women who are Spirit Sprites in the Empire?” Blake asked when the last of their supplies were put away, and he grabbed the reins of the two horses and was about to walk out of the forest with Sister Song and Xuanlu. “There hasn’t been a Spirit Sprite for a thousand years, and I remembered that the traitor Yang Jun had only one, and she perished during the cleansing,” Xuanlu replied, walking towards her carriage. ‘Yang Jun was me back then before Olivia betrayed me. So, I had a Spirit Sprite. No wonder I was trying to unite the kingdoms without fear; I was powerful back then.’ Blake thought to himself.

Méah panicked. "Méah, you were not supposed to live. You only live because of the three spirits that used to inhabit your body. It was the reason why you become the heir of destruction because you managed to restore your own spirit, giving you four pulses. When my former master, Draea become a prisoner of the black crystal, Purple Smoke, she found you as a perfect puppet and took advantage of my friends' powers," Jidah sadly said. "No! I'm not going anywhere! I want to live! I want to be with Keir!" Méah refused as she stepped away from Jidah.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”