Spirit Fanfics Novels & Stories

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.

As the figure materialized, the surrounding lights converged around it, encasing it like stars surrounding the moon. The phosphorescent humanoid figure exuded a fiery temperament as it loomed over Adrian from a higher vantage point. This entity was a level-eight pinnacle belonging to the Fire Spirit category. Fire Spirits, formed through the fusion of phosphorescent lights and spirits, were typically weak. However, this particular Fire Spirit had achieved an unprecedented level of power, capable of assuming a human form. “It’s rare to come across such an arrogant fellow. Are you hoarding all the spoils for yourself? No intention of sharing with us?" another voice suddenly said.

He could feel the thinning of the barrier and he walked impatiently towards it, waiting for a chance to enter the human world. A thick fog covered the forest as the barrier gave way to the spirits awaiting entry. Flint made his way home. The spirit had come to see her every Samhain since his death. He found peace in knowing she was okay, and he loved watching her. To him she was beyond lovely. Her long flame-colored hair felt like silk and her face was a delicate oval with the slightest dusting of freckles. Her body was soft and curvy. He missed having her in his arms and watching her gave him such pleasure.

The Fifth Fiend Lord’s soul must have been able to make use of her own desolation and gloom to overpower her before. “I have an idea that would help,” said Chu Xun suddenly. “What idea is that?” cried the Spirit, her face lighting up with exhilaration and hope. “Not yet. But it won’t be long, I promise you,” said Chu Xun. From the way the spirit talked and behaved, Chu Xun could tell that although she had lived for tens of millions of years, she had never communicated with anyone. She was as simple-minded as a child, and her way of speaking was probably learned from the elveFrom the disposition of the Spirit, Chu Xun could tell that she had never made contact with anyone before for thousands

I mean, do you have help from the Dreamtime spirits? He got that question with some regularity. Of people who believed, or wanted believe, that the spiritual world really existed. “If I had, it wouldn't have taken so long to get published. Laughter greeted his words. Then he continued. “No, I don't have help from Dreamtime spirits, or so far as I know. As for Kalti being me, no, he is a fictional creation. Three or four hands waved in the air, and he pointed to a man who asked him

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

That his body wears out quickly and that there is no remedy for the evil that afflicts him. I move my hand a short distance over his body without touching him, checking his critical status with my senses. — It is not your body that has been poisoned, my Lord. It is your spirit. It’s been poisoned by your lust for power. Your body and your spirit fight and the latter has begun to leave the world of the living, that is why you struggle between the flames of the Underworld and the calm waters of the Elysium. —I can't die now. Damn it! I still have a lot to do. - He mutters, grinding his teeth.

more he did not know. Realistically, she had looked too comfortable pretending to be human for it to be an external party that dosed her; even the sheer gall she had to run from him hinted at her desperation to escape him, yet… that couldn’t be it. That shouldn’t be it; she shouldn’t have been taking toxins to stunt her abilities, abilities that would solidify her position in the pack…in any pack. “What other abilities does a spirit born have?” “Textbook wise, high regeneration, high purification and some mention seer abilities, like they can peer into the future through dreams, but it is not-.”

A breath of hopelessness escaped my lips. Oh, it would be great if he was my mate, but there were no sparks. Even my wolf wasn't there to voice her thoughts and opinions. If she was there, I could have asked for her opinion about being in a relationship with him. Reading up about that little occurrence of the past piqued my interest in becoming his lover. Yeah, that tale was a tragedy. So what? All love stories didn't end like that. Besides, perhaps they would have their happy ending in the world of the spirits. What could be better than being able to spend eternity with the love of your life?

My dreams give me a garbled sense of things to come. What have I done to offend the Goddess so badly that she has forsaken me? When darkness fills the sky again, I find another tree. I've come across fewer wild animals, so I know I'm getting closer to the human world. I sleep even less than the night before. I want nothing more than a bath and my bed. I want Tyboll. The longing inside of me is an electrically charged cable that needs grounding. The farther away from him I get the worse it is. I had hoped it would improve.