Spirit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You’re what’s left of the man I loved after the spirits reshaped him into their symbol.” He moved closer. His left hand reached for mine. “Look at me. I chose to come back. For you. For our child.” I wanted to believe him. But my body—my soul—didn’t react the way it used to. No warmth. No sense of home. Just a scream building in my chest that said: That’s not him. That’s not Ethan. The spirits began to sing. A song without melody. They circled the altar. Chanting without language.

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’ The male spirit played with my hair, twirling it between his fingers, ‘Humans used to have a silly habit of trying to get to the Spirit World to retrieve their lost loved ones, so it became our responsibility to stop them. I stepped back again, trying to distance myself from them, ‘I’m not trying to receive a lost spirit, I would never tamper with life and death like that. I don’t even know why I’m here,’ I shook my head roughly, ‘Oh, I’m acting crazy. I’m dreaming, this is all just a bad dream from—‘ The female spirit lunged for me and grabbed my wrist, squeezing tightly. I screamed, feeling a cold and burning sensation all at once. ‘Does this feel like a dream, girl?’ She asked angrily,

It was too soon to know how many but threads were coming from them that connected them to both of their toms as well as the kits growing inside Spitfire himself. It was a beautiful tapestry of love, magick, lust, and life stretched out between their four souls. He could easily lose himself in admiring it. It was still very new, many of the connections were like gossamer threads. And yet, Spitfire could feel the potential strength of the web they were building. His eyes burned with unshed tears. This was so much more than he ever dared to hope for. So much more than he would have thought he deserved a mere few weeks ago. Black sand began to swirl in front of where Spitfire sat. "Do you wish t

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

he explained. " So you felt the best way to handle it was to lie to me?" I asked angrily. " Samantha, please, I was only trying to protect us from certain death. Spirit wolves rarely use weapons to fight because they don't need any. I couldn't let you go out there knowing your weakened state," he explained, and I became mad. I hated it when anyone called me weak. I had been bullied, maltreated and rejected because I was presumed weak. How dare he, a Gamma, call me weak?

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.

I mentioned. “Why?” asked Bobby. “How should I know, I’m the new girl remember?” Schuss, how could they forget that? I talk to the dead, and I am starting to see things. “Maybe we can find out tonight,” offered Daniel. “We’ll confront her.” “Alright,” agreed Bobby. “And I’m sorry again.” “It’s fine, we’re best friends, we’ll get through it,” replied Daniel. I wish I had a best friend, I thought gloomily, but maybe I will be able to make one now. I’m no longer moving, and Bert’s gone!

The spirit, hanging her head, continued her singing. Diego was powerless, her hand clenched into fist which she soon let go. She decided to take her leave, the Spirit made it clear that she wasn’t going to be of any help to Diego. She walked out the room disappointed. “One last thing,” the Spirit halted Diego as she left. Diego turned and looked at her. The Spirit winked, “Your life sucked anyway.” Diego just walked away. DIEGO

Shaine woke up from that wild dream, her father Darius was beside her shaking her body to wake up. “You are having a dream, Shaine.” Her father whispered, caressing Shaine’s forehead softly. “You have mentioned your Uncle Raphael. What is your dream about?” Shaine gulped, the blood on face drained with that question of her father. She doesn’t know how to answer it. How would she say that she was dreaming about Raphael fucking her wetness with his fingers?