Spirit Detectives Novels & Stories

"Why not?" "God, Catherine," he sighed. "Wasn't yesterday enough? Most kids graduate without seeing a single ghost here, and you spotted two on day one. Are you still not convinced this place is haunted?" "I'm mostly convinced," I admitted. "I just want to know why they're here." "What, you have some secret ghost-whispering powers?" Daniel asked skeptically. "You don't need magic to talk to the dead," I argued, though I wasn't entirely sure myself. "If they have something to say, they'll say it."

Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment. "I seek the indestructible Journal," Serene announced, her voice resonating in the eerie silence. "I must find a way to stop the witch named Sybil." The spirits encircled Serene, creating an invisible barrier that she could not easily breach. As she spoke, Anthony suddenly detected a primal scent in the air. He glanced at Josie, whose eyes widened in alarm. Over her shoulder, a wolf snarled menacingly, its gaze fixed on them. "Josie," Anthony whispered through their mind link. He thought they could handle it, but within moments, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of rogue

"Not to mention, I'm not too great with surprises." "Really? You seem like the type to get excited about surprises," he mused. "I haven't had many good surprises." I scoffed. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this but what aspect of Spirit does your mum specialise in?" He stared at me in shock. "How did you know my mum was a Spirit user?" "She told me." I replied vaguely for now. "I think she specializes in auras just like Doctor Salvatore." "Well, that explains it."

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.

“It’s the only currency that matters. Don’t spend yours foolishly.” Ash nodded, though Linda suspected his stomach had churned. That foolish boy couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just made a deal with the devil—and the devil had gotten the better end of it. Then the small man Linda had met at the entrance, the so-called Gatekeeper, cleared his throat, his voice tight with self-righteousness. “There is a spy among us,” he said evenly. The room erupted into whispers, all eyes darting around like pinballs in a broken machine. Linda’s pulse quickened, but she kept her face dull an covered with black scarf.

Dust covered most of its surface, and the pages looked ancient. "This came from Elder Rowan's private collection." I frowned. "And?" Jackson carefully opened the book. Several pages had been marked, highlighted, and referenced. His finger stopped on one specific passage. "You need to read this." I pulled the journal closer. The handwriting was difficult to decipher, faded badly by age. Yet one sentence immediately stood out. My blood ran cold. Beside me, Sienna read it too and froze. The passage described spirit-bound wolves. Rare wolves capable of existing partially between the physical and spiritual worlds. Wolves capable of sensing things others couldn't. Seeing things others couldn't. Co

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

Their hollow eyes bore into mine, and I can feel their malice, their delight in my fear. The Wolf watches from below, its silent vigil a stark contrast to the chaos that unfolds above. As the spirits lunge forward, attempting to penetrate the barrier that is my essence, they recoil as if struck by an invisible force. Again and again, they surge towards me, only to be repelled, their ghostly forms shuddering with the effort. Frustration and fear emanate from the spirits in waves, a maelstrom of emotions that even the dead can feel. "We cannot enter her," they wail to the Sorceress, their voices a chorus of despair. "Something is stopping us!"

Jericho I sit with Brent on a fallen tree while Amalie and the other spirits lie down and join hands. Here, at home, they’ll be much stronger than they were back at Stonewood where everything was dead. Spirits draw their strength from nature and their pack, and Breaking Dawn is alive, bristling with energy and power. The easiest and fastest way to track down Harriet is through the spirits. They’ll be able to find her the same way they found us in Nico’s broken down pack house. Spirits can travel fast and far by using astral projection and leaving their bodies behind.

A force full of air came out from my mouth and nose in a rush, “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” “Bless you, child,” the woman on the left holding an owl pulled at the glass. “Who are these people, dad?” I looked at him and a tilted head. “They are called The Spirit Wolves of Fate. They can see everything—your past, present, and future. From the left is Merah, next to her is Deliah and finally there’s Cephia. Say hello, son,” he replied with enthusiasm. “We have no time for human subtleties as the sun has recently dipped into the darkness,” Deliah commented.