Spirit Contracts Novels & Stories

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.

The peerless magical power that had been used to fight against the Great Immortal-killing Sage released the 28 spirits that had just been subdued. Although magical power had exploded, the twenty-eight vicious spirits had also suffered serious damage and returned to the precious beads. However, when Caspian swept it with his divine thoughts, he was relieved. Although the twenty-eight vicious spirits looked dispirited, it was only caused by the consumption of too much energy. They only needed to recuperate for a period of time before they could be used again, not injuring their foundation. One had to know that the Evil Spirit was refined by the residual soul. If its foundation was hurt, it cou

I quickly read all the pages of those creatures about whom I already knew like Nephilim, Demon, Angels, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Dragons, and Vampires. I pace down my speed when I read a new topic of SPIRITS. . The spirit world is the world or realm inhabited by spirits, both good or evil of various spiritual manifestations. Whereas religion regards an inner life, the spirit world is regarded as an external environment for spirits. Although independent from the natural world, both the spirit world and the natural world are in constant interaction. Through mediumship, these worlds can consciously communicate with each other. Generally, low strength spirits need humans as their vessels to en

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.

Spirit three fathomed. "Indeed, it is. It involves a Banshee spirit. It is after the life of my loved one, Sophia!" I answered, going straight to the point already. "A banshee spirit? Why didn't it leave the world and hang around the living?" Spirit One asked as spirit two opens a file. "It's Mauda. She couldn't return because of her evil desires that caused her to be dammed" Spirit Two related after reading her file. "How do I destroy her?" I asked.

I said, and the woman began to weep. " Stupid, Stupid girl. How could you let yourself get ensnared like that?" She said, crying. ' What is the matter, Luna Tamar?" I asked her, addressing her in her official capacity. " That was how he got her," she said " Willows Wolfsbane cannot be expelled. It will kill the wolf. To kill a spirit wolf, a small dose would be introduced to weaken his or her defences. They would have to voluntarily take it in themselves. It is a way of telling the system that it is okay and should be allowed. If tried to force in, it won't be absorbed. Then an over-concentrated dose will later be administered. It would eventually kill the spirit wolf, but it would do it gra

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

-Because you are half of his soul, he would die for you, he would kill for you, you are the most special person in his life. She lowered her head and hid her face under her hair that was slipping out of her bun. -Surely he told you, but I repeat it. We are wolves but not like you. Our beasts are united to us in body and soul, what one feels is the feeling of the other. If his wolf loves you, Cristian loves you too. We are not human and although we have lived with them for years we still do not understand them- He took the woman's hand to get their attention- I do not say it as an alpha, I say it as a friend. Let him enter your barriers, things will be easier for you. Let him love you and be

Ren was giving me a disapproving look as he comforted my familiar, who still whimpered and slouched in a sitting position with his ears angled down. WHAT HAVE I DONE!? “Forgive me!” I cried and threw myself at my familiar’s neck. ‘It’s okay, master. I know that I am just your contracted spirit. I shouldn’t have expected anything in return in the first place. I just simply follow orders. I just can’t help it because even though you are lacking in the head, I still waited years for you to come. We spirits are bound to one soul and we cannot age until the right tamer arrives.’ Custard whipped at his face with his paw as if he was whipping a tear.