Spirit Detectives Novels & Stories

, she explained to them as Marcellus also noticed it. "But what vampire, we don't have any issues with any vampire", Marcellus stated, rubbing his hair. "Let me do a spell of spiritism to find out what happened", Morgana told them softly. "What does that mean?", Alex asked her. Morgana explained that the spell of spiritism is a type of magic that involves communicating with or manipulating the dead. It is a practice that has been found in many different cultures throughout history and is often associated with magic . While the specifics of spiritism can vary depending on the tradition or culture in which it is practiced, there are certain common elements that are typically involved.

But the voices of the damned who wished to be freed from the underworld and possess bodies of the living. Méah's vision swirled as though the whole world was melting. The voices filled her head that it felt like it's going to explode. While she was numbed at these, Purple Smoke began her ritual. She stood in front of the black crystal, both hands touching the jar where it was enclosed. She murmured an unknown evil language that made Méah even more dizzy. Méah wished to be dead at this moment. It was making her crazy that she began to smash the back of her head on the wall behind her. But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

"Yeah, repeating yourself like a pet parrot isn't doing anything for me." He let out an amused puff of air before going on. "It's when a Spirit user wields the unconscious mind of a specific host to appear in their dream and communicate with them. Technically, you are still asleep and dreaming, but I'm able to morph your dream into another setting so we can meet." "Meet," I exclaimed, my mouth agape. "You mean this is happening right now? We're having a real, live conversation?" "Well, yeah. I thought you said your sister was a Spirit user?"

“We’re all getting’ inside and lockin’ the doors before all hell breaks loose. Look at ‘em. They’re comin’ to life before our very eyes.” Adam and Jacob followed Roy’s gaze. He was right. Those who were more animated and alert than they’d been just a few moments ago didn’t look happy or friendly. “I don’t want to die at the hands of these things,” Pete wailed as he pulled his pistol from his holster. “Bullets don’t work on spirits,” Roy spat. “Put that gun away before ya hurt yerself.” “I ain’t never seen no spirit like these,” Pete insisted. “So, now yer a spirit expert, are ya?” Roy growled back.

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

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

“They can communicate with souls that remain tethered to this world. Spirits that haven’t crossed over. Ones still waiting to be reborn.” A chill runs down my spine. “So you’re saying that she can talk to ghosts? That this Knox guy could be one of these spirits?” Axel asks. “Not exactly. These aren’t random spirits. She can only commune with spirits that are connected to her. Tied by fate and an unfinished purpose.” Mum’s hand slides back to my shoulder, her grip firmer now. Protective. “How long have you suspected this?”

I took my regular route down to the archives and picked up right where I left off from the day before. From my previous search in trying to uncover all I could about ‘soul-snatchers’, I did happen to stumble upon a couple of passages that captured my attention. ‘Most dark creatures (i.e, demons, spirits, and specters) are attracted to large volumes of power and lively activity. Where they lack in soul and genuine moral decency, they seek to steal and take from others as a means to quench their undying hungers...’ “How pleasant,” I muttered to myself.

I exhaled, leaning closer. “A few weeks ago I was reading books about the first spirits that walked the earth before we came into existence,” She cut in. “Spirits of the Celestine veil?” I almost smiled. Triss always impresses me with her vast knowledge leaving me wondering where she learned and still learns so much. I affirmed with a few nods. “Yes. Them,” “What about them?” “I’ve been looking for a book about the spirit born, Zara. There are books on others but her. I’ve checked the libraries, offices and halls of great measters, yet nothing was recorded,”