Spirit Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

It would be interesting to see how she can continue haunting the Uncle without any care or concern about how people stereotype specters and spirits. But that’s just me, dear reader. So, until you return, this is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller wishing you a good night and a fare thee well…

Pushing her jealously aside, it was quite adorable to watch. Kiaan was looking through Damien’s stack of graphic novels when he held up a book. The cover was black and covered in white symbols, including the encircled pentagram he'd drawn on the floor in blood. "Is this where you got the spell?" Kiaan asked. "Erm, no." Damien coughed. "I... well it sort of... came to me in a dream." "Seriously?" Jess asked. Silence fell over the room as Damien paced, scratching his head.

I look at the girl and see how she smile when she saw it. “Daddy” she uttered and see how happy she is, I followed her to try to join again and enter that light. But as has always been the case over the past five years, I was just walking out of the emergency room and the people who had become spirits disappeared beside me and go to the other side. I bent down and noticed the pair of legs standing in front of me, and when I raised my head I saw a man darkly staring at me. Felt like that the light that I saw a while ago lead me to him.

It wasn't clear to me why my mind picked interest in that particular scene, which wasn't any of my business, but I assumed it had to do with the fact that I was deprived of romance myself. So, maybe, my mind craving romance, held on to that scene as a reminder or a plea. It made me miss Kelvin even more. I knew I couldn’t tell Abby about any of the visions, especially the one where she sat in the middle of Blake’s and Trevor’s corpses. But I couldn’t help wondering who it could’ve been that she was laying with in that vision. I couldn’t help but ask an unnecessary question. “Hey, Abby,” I smiled and met her on the stairs. “I know it's none of my business,” I said. “But what's going between y

“We’re going to pray again.” Alaric “….” He then sighed heavily. At this point, trying to untangle his little brother's madness was pointless. If it works, it works. “Fine,” he muttered. “To who this time?” “A Goddess,” Ron said brightly, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. “A very pretty one. She's the Spirit of Truth and Disenchantment. I believe she can help us.” Alaric’s brows furrowed. “And you know this how?”

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

I grabbed her wrist and said softly, "That's fine by me." "He's all yours now." Three days remained until the Wolf Spirit Regeneration Ritual, and three days until the end of my life. My body would break down. My wolf spirit would disintegrate in agony. I would become a rotting corpse. I couldn't help but be a little curious. What would their reactions be then? My parents, my Alpha. Would they shed a single tear for me? I doubted it. It would be a release, to no longer be entangled with people who didn't love me.

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

The Spirit shifted its focus to Eva, trying the same unmaking on the daughter, trying to remove her from the equation, to restore the timeline where Eva Voss had never offered her soul, never entered the realm, never stood beside her mother in defiance of the law of exchange. Eva felt the erasure pressing against her, felt her trial dissolving, her forgiveness being rewritten as guilt, her love being recalculated as obligation. The Spirit was trying to make her small again, trying to return her to the girl who had believed she was not enough, trying to eliminate the transformation that had made her worthy.

I thought sarcastically while picking up my phone to call her. ‎ ‎Last night was supposed to be a drunken escape from Lila’s betrayal. Now I was limping, covered in marks, and haunted by the memory of a stranger who loved my body that I didn't even love had ruined me for anyone else. ‎ ‎How the hell was I supposed to face my wedding when I could still feel the ghost of that man inside me? ‎