Spirit Chronicles Haruto Novels & Stories

The person lying there was being sacrificed, and the blood spilled in this obscure ritual was believed to hold immense power—a power to illuminate this dark world. *** "Hazel, wake up," Serene's voice gently nudged Hazel from her slumber. Slowly, Hazel felt her spirit re-entering her body, and in response, her eyelids fluttered open. Her body felt chilled, and as her eyes focused, she found concerned faces surrounding her. She glanced down at herself, confirming that her spirit had indeed returned to her body. But the dream she had just experienced felt as vivid and tangible as the people standing before her. "Hazel," her name rolled off Wyatt's lips with a comforting warmth that grounded he

"I am, I am. We're just a little stuck right at this moment and once I have one question answered then I'll let you go, and we'll get back on the road." She nodded. "How can I help?" I quickly ran down Herb's story and watched with awe as she grew more and more surprised. "So, my question is: is it possible that he managed to suck his daughter's spirit inside himself and how?" I finished. She was quiet for a while as she mulled this information over.

"Peace? There can be no peace until justice is served! I will not rest until my tormentors pay for their sins!" Alpha Leori's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to unravel the spirit's past and unearth the truth behind its relentless fury. "Tell us, spirit, who wronged you? Let us hear your story. Perhaps together, we can find a way to bring about resolution and end this cycle of suffering." The spirit hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating Alpha Leori's words. And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

"About why you’re here. Why any of us are." Liz-1 frowned. "You’re him, aren’t you? The lieutenant. Sees-Like-A-Hawk." The Green Man didn’t nod. He didn’t have to. "I was," he said. "Once. Before the Dirt." Pastor Brooks stepped in, gesturing gently toward him. "This is a spirit, Carl. A spirit of wrath, yes, but not malice. There's a difference. He's bound to this week, to this place."

"For before. For everything. I didn't mean any harm." I nod slowly. "You don't have to apologize, Uriel. You weren't exactly... yourself." His throat bobs as he swallows. "That's the thing. I'm still not." The words sink into my gut like a stone. He lets out a shaky breath. "The spirit inside me…it's old, Nova. It was sacrificed centuries ago to unseal a god. I keep seeing flashes of it... rituals, fire, blood. I don't know why it chose me, but I can feel what it wants."

"What remains now is a New Covenant." Priest Gideon slumped to the floor, defeated. He could feel the truth in her words. Siron felt strong, but she also knew her journey was only beginning. She had two spirits as partners, a bewildered temple, and a world she didn't fully know yet to explore. The halo around her faded, merging into her body. She felt Morat and Lyra present in her mind, calm and supportive. From the corridor she had entered, Kit came running in, accompanied by two Founding Spirits who cleared the path for him.

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

I demanded. Spiro finally looked at me. There was reverence in his eyes. And fear. “Nyra killed Lucian’s dragon,” Spiro revealed. I stared at him. The battlefield seemed to tilt. Spiro looked back at Lucian, who lay naked and smoking in the crater, stripped of every scale that had made him royal, dangerous, and more than human. “He is just a mere human now,” Spiro breathed.

(Greetings, Princess Bizura. After years of trying to communicate with you… finally! Two attempts I almost succeeded, but suddenly failed. Maybe because you still do not know your identity? Or is your defense certainly stronger than other volts? Apart from that, introduce! I am Mustaka, a spirit commissioned by the Four Dimensional Ruler, His Excellency the Great Emperor Azafer, to guard and protect you from being sought after by the enemy like the God of Hatred, for example. Indeed, Emperor Azafer expressed his remorse, for the grace he had carelessly handed down to Giris Druiksa.