Spirit Contracts Novels & Stories

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

“Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of our coven. They worshiped Death and wanted to help him like we do with reaping souls, but as you know, our coven is special because we are descendants of Death. It doesn't matter how diluted the bloodline is. The only way someone is a member of our coven is if they have some of Death’s DNA. It’s part of why he always had to have children so often. Though, he solved that with my bl

Méah panicked. "Méah, you were not supposed to live. You only live because of the three spirits that used to inhabit your body. It was the reason why you become the heir of destruction because you managed to restore your own spirit, giving you four pulses. When my former master, Draea become a prisoner of the black crystal, Purple Smoke, she found you as a perfect puppet and took advantage of my friends' powers," Jidah sadly said. "No! I'm not going anywhere! I want to live! I want to be with Keir!" Méah refused as she stepped away from Jidah.

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.

Brandon begins to say some funny but dangerous words with his hands raised up as the Impulse Moon begins to get more ready. While our master Mikel was laying on the ground like he is not understanding what is about to take place. But the words are actually well banging in his ear even with his fake collapsing spirit can hear that "And with the power restored on me as the commander of the red corps," Brandon said as the Impulse team begins to breathe heavily. They begin to move backward, and that was the moment they saw white energy flying out of a far entrance at a high class speed. So much white energies are flowing all over the bodies of the psyraids, which look shiny that it can blind an

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

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.

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.