Spirit Chronicles Novels & Stories

' 'To do what? 'Of course, to see the serpent.' 'What connection have you got with the serpent? Now, someone will get me the book of chronicles.' 'I know what you want to show me, father.' 'What is it?' 'The names of those who died in an adventure with the serpent.' 'You are crazy.' 'Not quiet.' 'How did you know that?' 'I am a spirit.' 'Be quiet! No jokes with your father. Everybody is a spirit. How did you know?'

Apparently, her parents had been killed over a disagreement her dad had with some high-ranking men that belonged to an ancient society. “The black scorpion.” The name sounded strange coming from her mouth. She had heard very little about them, but she knew they were believed to be extinct. She scrolled to the next page and paused, staring at the strange symbol on the page. It had a little inscription at the bottom, written in a language that seemed to be Latin. “Strange!” she muttered. She printed the photo out and stared at it, tracing her hands on the inscription. “Who were these people? Why does Giovanni have all this information?” she asked herself.

Stralath fought the siren song, knowing their majestic time together could quickly turn into a violent tribulation. What would Galene do if she accidentally killed him? Stralath knew that would destroy her pure heart on every level. He had to protect her from that fate, and he curled a fist in the covers as he faced her dancing sorcery. She needed to look up and see him. She needed to gain control of her spores—torpedoes that seemed to have a will of their own. They were free for the first time in over a decade. And damn, they were beautiful as they swayed in the morning light.

Spirit whimpers for him even if nothing is wrong. Either to simply pull him forward and talk to him, or see him. And that's another thing....It's been 3 weeks since the rejection and we just recently discovered something new. It happened for the first time two days ago. And the best thing about it, it literally stops his episodes. Spirit calls to Zeus and he's able to pull Zeus out of it and force a shift on Thaddeus which effectively stops the episodes in their track. So the past two days Spirit has effectively been able to stop every episode and they seem to be coming further and further apart.

The air was alive with the ethereal song of wolves. Amelia's voice trembled with excitement. "Luna, look!" Luna followed Amelia's gaze and gasped in awe. The once-hidden wolf spirits emerged from the shadows, their forms shimmering in the moonlit glade. Each spirit possessed a distinctive glow, representing a unique aspect of the Heartstone's power. The spirits circled Luna and Amelia, their presence radiating a sense of protection and guidance. Luna felt their essence intertwine with hers, merging their strength and wisdom.

Zephyr, his eyes scanning their surroundings, shouted, "We need to move! It's a quake!" But this was no ordinary quake. The ground split, revealing deep chasms that emitted an otherworldly blue glow. Out of these chasms, shadowy figures began to emerge, their eyes blank, and voices whispering ancient curses. Nocturna, holding the Echo Scale tightly, cried out, "They're spirits of the betrayed! The Silent Spell's guardians!" As the spirits drew closer, they began to chant in unison, their voices growing louder and more desperate. "Return what was taken... Return or face our wrath..."

Her soul was already disappeared or else he would have kept her soul with him. She was still wearing the ring that he gave her. He wanted her soul back but heaven's already took her soul. He had nothing left of her. The demon lord went crazy and he attacked heavens. The war went for days until the heavens had a contract with him. They will let him have the soul if a night Jasmine helps him. But years passed and no night Jasmine was born. Until after hundred of years, he found one. But she killed herself before he could do anything. And that day, the wolf spirit killed hundreds of people and the other night Jasmin too.

The evil wind that could slice through things so easily became even more aggressive as the flames grew brighter. "Sebastian, I bet you never dreamed that I would be able to kill you from a thousand miles away!" Jarvis laughed as a fierce light shone in his eyes. He grinned viciously as he stared at the basin of fire. According to the Spiritkiller formation recorded in ancient scripts, as long as the basin of fire was filled with blood, all living spirits within the formation would turn into blood and water! As for Rupert, his life was of no concern to Jarvis whatsoever. He was a mere wealthy man from the secular world. His survival meant nothing to Jarvis.

Taylor plunged down their leader in front of them, then she joined chance and faced them. "Blo... Bloody Sinners?" The leader stammered, almost peeing on himself. "Descendants of The Terminator" Taylor replied, shooting down three of his men in a row . "Don't kill me! Please spare my life! Spare my life and I promise to leave both the cash and the goods! I swear on my life I'll leave both and... "Your life belongs to The Terminator, how dare you swear on it motherf*cker!" Chance interrupted, jumping down from the car bonnet.

“A remnant of the first Luna. The one whose fate resembles yours.” Nira gasped. “The First Luna? The one the stories claim perished in the Moon War?” The spirit affirmed with a nod. “I perished… because I placed my trust in the wrong Alpha.” Echo’s stomach turned. Rylan's grip on her hand tightened. The spirit continued. “History tends to repeat itself when lessons go unheeded.” Echo’s wolf whimpered within her. “What do you seek from me?” “Not seek,” the spirit whispered. “Warn.”