Spirit Chronicles Characters Novels & Stories

Yet here I was. Hunted from every side, pushed into a darkness that I didn’t know I could survive. The forest blurred as I pushed harder, ignoring the sharp protest in my legs. Behind me, somewhere beyond the dark, there were always footsteps. If not wolves sent by the Council, then rogues eager to cash in on my name. An Alpha-born rogue was worth more alive than dead, at least to the right people. My own blood had decided that much. The bond hit without warning. It slammed into my spine, white-hot and violent, stealing the breath from my lungs. I staggered, catching myself against a tree as my vision swam.

Troy asked. “This generation it’s Stryxx and Dove. Last generation it was Shyfter and Anaki. Our OG generation was Kurgi and Skye. That makes 3 different, distinct wolf spirits inside of Rei! Every thing I need him to accomplish he does it without questions. There is no better human.” Dove smiled. “I will agree to sit with you, be candid and honest with you about Briar, Kitsune, and I, you let Briar live, and punish me as you see fit.” Troy offered.

My heart sank to my stomach and Tomasso stuttered next to me in total shock, “But he gave us his word.” When I saw Allie her eyes wide with fear, I could feel Spirit raging with anger. “NO! We promised to protect them!” She growled. For the first time ever, I couldn’t keep my emotions under control and Spirit took over. I transformed and ran to the stage ready to fight anyone. Allie looked at Spirit and said with a trembling voice, “Please help me!” Spirit was much smaller than reaper but nonetheless, she stood before him and growled, “You gave us your word you wouldn’t harm them!”

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

"Nope. Wrong again! My grandmother told me." His voice turned cold. "What are you talking about, you insolent wretch? The First Spirit doesn't just speak to anyone!" Charlene’s smile widened. "So you do know my grandfather is an Original? Good to know." He was fuming now. Energy crackled around him, twisting the clouds into sick spirals.

“Your blood recalls what your mind has forgotten.” Echo’s voice was scarcely audible. “Forgotten what?” “The storm,” the spirit whispered. “And the treachery that severed the moon’s bond.” The room shook. Rylan’s tone transformed into a low growl of caution. “If you lay a finger on her—” “I cannot harm her,” the spirit replied, serene and undisturbed. “She is the reason for my continued existence.” Echo's heart raced. “Why? Who are you?” The spirit tilted her head. “A remnant of the first Luna. The one whose fate resembles yours.”

AUTHOR’S POV DIONY EMPIRE Heavy silence reigned in the large hall; everyone on the seat had a worried expression except Nektarios, who had a blank, unreadable face. Despite the ominous feeling in the air, he didn't seem bothered. The empire's blind spiritual leader, mainly referred to as the Spirit Walker, a vampire from the Dominican witch's clan, barely shows herself unless trouble looms. The last time Nektarios had noticed her around the palace was when his father, Atlas, was still alive before tragedy struck them. He wasn't sure what sort of warning she brought now.

They both were captured by the enemy and executed before they could reach The Union forces, awaking as transmigrations of Divine Gods from another world. The spirits of both Divine Gods were weakened, but gradually proceeded to healing slowly. They assumed their souls had been damaged in battle and during the transmigration, but they were unsure of the true reason behind their souls. After their much needed conversation about their true identities, Terrance awaited outside the tent for his sister to finish her workout routine. Celie restarted her situps although she had nearly finished the five sets of one-hundred before she was interrupted. She stretched again when she finished then invited

The mountain was quiet now—the Colossus had retreated, the shield had saved them—but the price was lying still in Kael’s arms. Kael looked at Lyra, his eyes full of tears. "Save her. Please." Lyra looked at the white-haired girl and shook her head sadly. "The Void took her soul, Prince. She’s not dead... but she’s not here." Suddenly, Seraphina’s hand twitched. She opened her eyes. They weren't blue. They weren't silver. They were a shifting, swirling galaxy of colors. She looked at Kael, but she didn't see him. She looked through him.

Give us the Heart, or be erased. "I’m not erasing anything!" I screamed back, stepping forward. I felt the heat of Dante’s power at my back, a protective wall of flame, but I knew I had to do this alone. "You were the ones who made the pact! You were the ones who decided that the Shadows needed a Scribe to keep the world in balance!" The spirit hissed, her translucent hand reaching out. She touched my forehead, and the world dissolved. I wasn't in the cabin anymore. I was in a void of pure white, surrounded by scrolls that stretched into infinity. The spirit stood before me, her form now solid. She wore the same style of Vance robes I’d seen in old portraits.