Spirit Detectives Novels & Stories

I immediately went to Sterling since he was practically an expert on the dead, but even he couldn’t help. “I can’t get a read on it. Whatever kind of spirit it is, it’s hiding from me. Are you sure you tried all of the banishments in the spellbook? And none of them worked? Alright, don’t snap at me, I’m just trying to help you.” I was left with no option but to accept the spirit and hoped it would go away on its own. As much as I prayed, the problem persisted. With a sigh of resignation, I returned the bottles to their place in the fridge before snatching up the jar of olives from the counter. I let out a hum of contentment as I popped one in my mouth.

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

I ask as my eyes land on a mark on Eli. Tracing my fingers over what looks like a fresh wound on his chest right above his heart. ‘You don’t have to talk out loud. I can hear you just fine in our head…. And to answer your question. I am your spirit.’ Getting confused I slide off of Eli, not wanting to wake him up as a shiver of fear races up my spine. ‘My spirit, what is that? Like my wolf spirit? But I have never heard of anyone being able to talk to their wolf spirits before.’ I say in my mind wondering if she will really be able to hear me.

She has been trying since day one to take us back home trying to convince me but no reasons are specified. According to what I came to know about these creatures here. Like werewolves, dragons, etc have a spiritual beast or soul attached to them which can contact its operator, with whose body these are bound. So that's where I conclude that this dark and controlling voice I'm listening to inside my mind is not some illness but a spiritual soul attached to me. I dragged out of my thoughts when I heard Anemia muttered under her breath, "There is one more way to meet a guardian if you crossed the barriers of four."

’ ‘I…’ I sighed, ‘I have some major trust issues at the moment. The Moon Goddess’s smile faded, ‘That I can understand, dear.’ She hummed a sigh as she looped her arm with mine, and we walked back towards the bed of moon flowers, towards The Abyss. I frantically scanned the field in the distance to see if those evil spirits were lurking to attack. She tittered, ‘Sweet child, breathe. Those spirits are guards of the Spirit World. They won’t harm you now that they know you’re with me.’ Swallowing thickly, I pulled my arm away from her and murmured, ‘So it’s true,’ my lip trembled as I tried to get the words out, ‘I’m dead?’

I asked. Mr. Petecin straightened, glancing at Randolph and me. “Her body is here, but her spirit… it’s being pulled elsewhere. This isn’t a sickness of the flesh.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “This is beyond science. She needs spiritual help—before it’s too late,” he added. An ache pushed my heart, a lump forming in my throat. This just confirmed my fears…we’re at the mercy of the witch!

“Excellent. I can see them opening up right now. What a bright, purple light you have inside you! Oh, and it’s taken the form of a…squirrel? I believe that’s what I’m seeing.” The thought of a purple squirrel inside me almost broke me. I had to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Or crying. Those were the only two options at this point. Mrs. Wright opened her eyes and began to shuffle a deck of cards. “What is your question that you would like to ask Spirit?” “My question?” “It can’t be a yes or no question.” Mrs. Wright seemed so serious despite telling me I had a fucking rodent in my soul or whatever that I forced myself to think of a question.

Each step seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical world, and they felt the presence of ancient spirits watching, waiting. Soon, they found themselves standing before a spectral figure—a guardian of the Veil, draped in ethereal shadows. The guardian's eyes held a timeless wisdom, and her words echoed with the weight of centuries. "You seek the threads of destiny, woven by choices and consequences. To unveil the next chapter, you must face the Trials of Reflection."

Aryan said as Sid nodded. “Till when are we expecting them here?” Sid asked. “In half an hour,” Aryan said. “We got some cleanup to do,” he said looking at the dried blood marks on the glass. “Yeah,” Sid took off his t-shirt as well, and they both walked towards the backyard of the house. … “Where are the bodies?” The guy who came with a priest and father asked as Aryan let them to the back yard of the house. Soon the procedures were completed, they kept everything of the rituals with them as they were in a different country and anything could happen to any of their agents.

Ethereal spirits, remnants of ancient warriors, and guardians of the forest, their presence both eerie and comforting. One spirit, more substantial than the others, stepped forward, its eyes reminiscent of the depths of the universe. "You tread on sacred ground," it spoke, its voice like a haunting wind. "We mean no harm," Alex responded cautiously. "We were led here by the prophecy and the deer." The spirit looked towards the deer, which nodded in silent affirmation. "You seek answers," the spirit mused, "but are you prepared for the truths that lie buried in this sacred land?" I felt a tug at my heart, an inexplicable connection to this place. "We're here to change our fate and protect our