Spirit Chronicles Novels & Stories

[Player Halen, your request violates the rules. "I'll use these 90 points to exchange for a 'Spirit' identity." I stared at the man howling in loneliness on the screen amidst the blizzard, speaking word by word: "I want to become a shadow in his childhood, a contract, a... Wolf Spirit that belongs only to him." The System remained silent for a long time. [Transaction Accepted.] [Teleporting to: Killian's Seventh Year.] [Identity Generated: Unnamed Wolf Spirit.] --- Winter, 20 Years Ago.

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

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…

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

Edwin smiled mysteriously as if holding a significant secret. After a moment, he waved again, and the guardian spirit transformed into a ball of light that landed in his hand. When Adrian used his divine consciousness to probe the light ball, he immediately sensed the immense power contained within it. Realizing something, he began to speak, "Sir, this..." Seeing that Adrian had guessed the truth, Edwin smiled and confirmed, "Indeed, this is Purecastle's most revered codex—the Sacred Spirit Codex, which contains the records of the Primordial Core."

The only one that belonged to Ted. ***************************** George was tired of walking. His eyes were red and he couldn't walk straight. He had to lower his body when walking. Everyone he met to ask for help, moved away from him thinking he was cursed. He tried shifting into his wolf to heal but was too weak to make the shift. He growled whenever he thought about how those Lycans had abused him. "I will kill all of you!!!!" He screamed and suddenly started crying. He was tired. Tired of the constant pain he was going through. If they wanted to release him, why didn't they give him a bag of water at least?

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?"

Wind blew furiously all around the room as she muttered the sacred words. From my body comes strength. From my soul comes power From my spirit comes resilience I call on the resonance of blood. I give thee a part of me. And draw you from the abyss to the light. In the name of vlad the great!!! Erica eyes shined bright blue and all veins in her body lighted up, as if poked with needles blood came out from her hand holding Alex's heart, as it trickled down her arm towards the ice coated heart. "Boom!!" A bright light appeared from Alex's chest and the shockwave threw erica against the wall knocking her unconscious.

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.