Novel & Cerita Spirit Chronicles

These spectral figures share their wisdom, their voices a harmonious chorus that reverberates through the ages. Among the apparitions, a single figure steps forward—the Spirit Keeper, a guardian of the realm's memories. In a voice that resonates with echoes of eternity, the Spirit Keeper imparts a prophecy that speaks of a destined clash between light and darkness, and the pivotal role the heroes must play in shaping the realm's future.

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?

But as if she had known me all my life. "Little Moon," Her voice echoed gently inside my mind. Not my wolf. Not Lyra. Someone far older. "You have finally awakened." My breath caught. "Who are you?" The spirit lowered her head. "I am Selene, the First Spirit of the Moon. Before there were Alphas, before there were Keepers, I guarded the balance between light and darkness." The name stirred something deep within me. Ancient, sacred, real. Before I could speak again, Lucien's furious roar shattered the silence. "I don't care what spirit protects you!" He hurled the broken remains of his sword aside and extended both hands. Darkness erupted from beneath the snow. Shadow beasts clawed their way

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

As expected of a half-step-to Creation spirit energy, even if he was a Magic spirit energy he would find it hard to resist. Zephyr Khan could only try his best to mobilize his spirit energy to resist, and the Violent Fighting Soul was exerted to the extreme. Even the four Soul Crystal in his sea of consciousness were flickering with dazzling soul light at this moment, helping Zephyr Khan defend himself. Bang! Bang! Bang! The two different kinds of spirit energy kept colliding in the Spirit Realm of Zephyr Khan...

“What you mean, because of us, what did we do to anger the heavens towards Blake?” Seeing the concern on her face, Gerold got the confirmation he needed. “It’s because you are the Spirit Sprite, Tabith, Tabby, and Sylvia are the Spirit Vessels, and all four of you will be for Blake’s cultivation, and the heavens are jealous of him. There is a price to go against the heavens, and Blake will bear it for you four.” Gerold explained to Claire.

Richard interjected. Ben nodded and repeated. “We were divided into the Virtuous and the Corrupt. The Corrupt have determined to seek out the Virtuous and kill us. Granted, we can continue on as a spirit without our vessel and occasionally, but only temporarily, possess a host that is not our vessel – as you saw Stevie do – but we are weaker in spirit form. And we are most vulnerable when our vessel is at the threshold of death. If we die in the presence of the wrong “people” we can be lost, absorbed.”

"I promised him my heart. We were mated, since I travelled back in time with him to remove the curse. I was too naive to realise he wanted my soul and my magic. He betrayed me. He sold me to my father." Ethan seemed to pause. He had too many questions for her… too many. Just as my eyes closed, my chest shook for a breath, the walls around me burst. It takes only a moment for me to realize I've released my hold on them. Three massive and roaring lycans take form before me. Their wings spread wide until they broke through the thin walls of the place I’ve called home for over a year.