Spirit Fanfics Novels & Stories

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.

“THE SPIRITS: HANNAH LYN MIOKI One of the celestial twin spirits and guardian of the Shrine Maiden Daniela. She is the embodiment of the celestial moon guardian of the night and holds the powerful death scythe that can command shadows and can kill a demon with a strike. Her human appearance is a beautiful girl with long dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. Mischievous and playful, she often plays with a human by sacring them with her ghostly appearance, thus putting her in trouble with the maiden and the constant scolding from her twin Jessa. As the cursed book is open, she is trapped in a body of a human girl that resembles her appearance as a celestial spirit. But with her memories sealed

"She is such a failure. If she didn't bring me a good news earlier, I would've taken her windpipe out." "Forgive me, my lady. It was all my fault. If only I would be able to do it again, I promise I would never fail you. But I'm already too weak for it. Every time a disconnection happen, my soul energy would decrease." The winged woman fell on her knees. "My lady, you raised me ever since I lost my family. But I am a useless soul fairy now. I would be glad to accept my death."

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

Concentrated and pure, focused on one specific thing, the woman invading my mind. Where using Fire gave me the sensation of standing near an open flame, Spirit was much more subtle. I was still inexperienced using Spirit, but my anger and determination seemed to be very suitable motivators. I swore I could hear the blast in my mind, could hear it echoing among the endless stacks and shelves of books. I ground my teeth together as the strange power pulsed through me, and my eyes involuntarily snapped open. I wanted to see her face when I flung her from my mind, and I hoped beyond anything that my blast would leave a mark.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Her body still twitched with residual trauma, but the gut-wrenching wails that had drawn us to her room had finally subsided. "Mother used to tell fables of vengeful spirits when I was young," Caspian explained, his gaze fixed on the darkened window. "El Silbón was a boy cursed by his grandfather to eternally carry the bones of the father he murdered. He wanders the plains on rainy nights, harvesting souls in a cycle of revenge. Driven into the wilderness by his grandfather’s hounds, he grew gaunt and wretched under the weight of his father’s remains. Even in life, he was a creature of spite; now, as a spirit, he claims lives as if he were a collector of rare rubies."

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

“I'm serious. I don't know what exactly is special about her, but what I do know is I like her…company. I was able to sleep without the pills by just hugging her. I love the idea of being rough in bed yet so caring. We didn't do much that day but, I can't stop thinking about her. It's messing with my head.” “You know you can't be doing this right now, right? I'm sorry to remind you but you can't have her and you know why.” Ethan said and Tristan was silent. His mood switched instantly and went back to his usual brooding state. He stood up and left the lounge, heading straight to his bedroom. Tristan had two personalities. One was the brooding and isolated Tristan and the other was the happy,

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp