Spirit Chronicles Characters Novels & Stories

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

Drake has hope in his heart. "Yes, alpha," Millie answered. "She just needs to regain her strength by now..." she paused. "Emily’s soul was in the temple of the moon goddess." "How did you know?" "The prophecy tells." She replied. When the war ended, Drake took care of his son while watching Emily and waiting for her to wake up. That day, rouges and hunters were all dead. Blood was scattered around, but his soldiers and his Beta cleaned up the mess. Bury the dead and remember those who gave their lives.

As they moved forward, faint shapes shimmered between the columns—figures of wolves, translucent and half-formed, pacing in silence. Kaelen’s throat tightened. “Spirits.” Aluin’s expression was grim. “Bound souls. The first of your kind, Kaelen Drazmir. They remain because the vow has never been fulfilled.” Serenya stepped closer to one of the spectral wolves. Its eyes glowed faintly, the same silver as her sigil. She reached out a hand, but the creature recoiled, growling softly—a sound full of grief rather than threat. “They hate me,” she whispered.

Below the spire, three former enemies stepped forward: Fendrel Windrider, the rogue prince; dark hair, stormy eyes, silver blade at his hip, once Nyra’s lover, then her prisoner, now her fiercest ally. Kharon Boneclaw, the beast king; furred and horned, half-man half-wolf, whose brutish oath once sought Nyra’s death, then yielded her power, now kneeling with bowed head. –Seraphiel Dawnstar; the angel warrior, golden-winged, silver-lance at side, who once betrayed her for prophecy, then surrendered heaven’s host, now humbled beneath her nightmarish glory. They bowed before the Mirror Reborn. Fendrel spoke first, voice rough with emotion. “Queen of Ash and Fire; you saved me from my own darkne

J uttered emptily. Another most ferocious cries left out from the spirit mouth as her body explooded in dust as she disappears for eternity. This time around, it was Sattierre who cried ferociously for she felt her other half soul left her body unknowingly. The shadow spirit is a part of Sattierre entirety being. Now that its gone, Sattierre's feared ability is no more. For she is not the true powerful spirit that lived. Not even Spirious Assuriel for in the prophecy that's been written ancient of ancient era ago, a new spirit will be born who held the true power. A true king of the purer of pure blood. The heir of mythacierre.

I knew exactly what was coming for me if I didn't round up this spell, and fast. With one last burst of power, I finished the words, and yanked harder on Cora's wolf, Althea. I heard the sound of something breaking, and in the next moment, Cora screamed, her eyes flying open but remaining unseeing. The sound was raw and hoarse and horrible, but with it came the one thing I wanted. I guided the wolf spirit into the urn, and sealed it, just as I heard thundering footfalls coming down the hallway. Shit.

Never cared about anyone and for that wolf spirit, he was the meanest among all. When she first came here, she still remembered the time. She was being bullied badly by him because he never wanted her to enter this Temple. But her twin sister Lynn was became very close to the wolf spirit because she would listen to his orders and do as he wanted to do while Quinn was a woman of morals. She never thought herself of a slave and wanted equal respect. She stopped as she saw Veer coming towards them. His wings were lifted high in the air showing that he was very happy.

“You will also assist Arion, the Spirit Guardian, in guiding the souls of fallen Weres across the veil to their eternal rest.” A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Arion, a name spoken with reverence among our kind. The Spirit Guardian was known for his dedicated commitment to guiding souls, a role imbued with both honor and deep sorrow. “How long must I serve?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer I dreaded.

“THE SPIRITS: HANNAH LYN MIOKI One of the celestial twin spirits and guardian of the Shrine Maiden Daniela. She is the embodiment of the celestial moon guardian of the night and holds the powerful death scythe that can command shadows and can kill a demon with a strike. Her human appearance is a beautiful girl with long dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. Mischievous and playful, she often plays with a human by sacring them with her ghostly appearance, thus putting her in trouble with the maiden and the constant scolding from her twin Jessa. As the cursed book is open, she is trapped in a body of a human girl that resembles her appearance as a celestial spirit. But with her memories sealed

I asked no one in particular. All of them exchange a look of hesitation. it was Alastair who answered. "Vampire spirit is a lone vampire who is immoral. Vampire's being immortal is just a myth. But the Vampire spirit is different from all of them. He worships the lord of darkness. His work is to protect his species. He has been doing it for centuries " I process everything he told me. A question arises in my mind. " How did Morgan know about the Vampire spirit? She could have yelled vampire or killer or anything. Her uttering that particular name doesn't sit right with them" I asked.