Spirit Date Novels & Stories

Scarlett didn’t know what it was exactly, but something about him stirred a feeling she had never felt before. As the days passed, Scarlett realized that Leslie was more than just a classmate; she had a warm and fun spirit that made every conversation easy. Soon, Leslie’s company became a kind of refuge, a safe corner amid the emotional whirlwind surrounding Scarlett. Together they ate lunch in the cafeteria, shared books, and little by little, Scarlett began to smile more.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius. The next were the blue spirits, they were also known as "The spirits of Time". They harnessed the power to 'stop' time for 5 seconds. Everything and everyone, no matter what that thing or how much strong he or she was, except the user and the spirit, if he or she was within 5-metres radius, then they will be stopped for 5 seconds.

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.

"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.

"What's wrong? Are you upset?" Whenever he came home late, he would do this and say it was his apology. My mind told me to push him away, but a warm ache spread through my heart. It had taken me four years to go from secretly loving Sean to standing beside him. The day we started dating, someone in our college group chat started a bet on how many months we would last. The gap between us was that wide, after all.

I interrogated him once again. I won't be at peace unless I get to know the truth. The ghost put his hand on his face, "Ughhh! You are so persistent! I told you I didn't!" So he's telling me to believe all that? Then why did he knew I could see spirits? "Anyways, I hope you didn't forget that I helped you. You must pay me back." He's changed his color so quickly! Okay, let's just finish this so we can be happy-once-again.

Samantha The next day was slow. None of us was thrilled about the day. Alex and I spent the entire morning in each other's arms. I had no appetite although what I had done had left me completely weak. I didn't want Alex to know, so I pretended I was okay. My vision was a bit blurry. Helena had let me know it was part of the effect. I was a young wolf, and soul sharing was usually done after claiming so we could draw on each other's strengths. I couldn't draw strength from Alex even if he claimed me because Spirit wolfs don't mate with Werewolves. Mine would be the first-ever, and so, I had no clue how our bond would work. Alex couldn't mark me until I was twenty-one years old according to we

The moon and the rays of the sun lost their exotic colours. As he walked away from the institution, Vicky knew he needed to rediscover himself, to find a new sense of purpose and meaning. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill his lungs, and began to ponder his next move. Would he find a new challenge, a new passion to ignite his spark? Or would he take a step back, recharge, and reflect on the lessons learned?

When she pulled away, I was a bit dishevelled. “What is this new spirit festival? I never heard of it when I came to visit here as a kid.” Damien asked. “Oh, it’s a very rare occasion. It only happens once every decade,” William informed me, and I was still confused. “Why? What is so special about it?” I asked, and Courtney’s gaze locked with mine. “It says that once every ten years, spirits pass through the hearts of every occupant in this village; they awaken their true emotions, and trust me, it is never pretty.”