Spirit Detectives Novels & Stories

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

At least one of us was still hopeful. “It’s called spirit bird,” she said softly. “I found the spell in one of those old journals. The witch who wrote it spent her life studying souls. This little thing is… a piece of mine. Not just magic. Me. It can tag someone by taking a bit of them—hair, blood, skin. Once it has that, it can find them anywhere. Doesn’t matter how far. Doesn’t matter what stands in the way.” She paused, her voice lowering a little.

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.

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

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.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

he declared with a burning determination that could be seen from his fiery eyes. Something, not someone is watching us… Destine instinct tells me and I look back before running after the thing leaving Titus confused, but he follows me quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, seeing my serious face. “Something’s watching us.” I said quickly then stopped in at clearing in the middle of the deepest forest and saw something flying above. A ghost? ‘A witch’ corrected Destine as she watched the witch’s movements before disappearing. Tap… Footsteps stopped behind me and I turned to look at my mate who looked confused “What’ is it?”

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

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel