Spirit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His thoughts were a storm, the seed of resentment already planted, fed by the dark spirit that had been whispering in his ear. Yes, the spirit was here, in the bar. And there were more. I counted about five other people in the bar who weren’t the happy ones, not laughing, not having a good time. They either drank alone or if they were in a group, they were detached from the group, weakly smiling at jokes that made everyone else guffaw. They had their own dark spirits they were listening to for some reason that was personal to them. They probably hadn’t lost loved ones in car accidents. They had perhaps lost a job and not found another for a long time. Perhaps they were divorced. Who knew wha

Kael and Lucien stood behind her, silent, steady, still bearing the marks of loyalty and fire. Saphira stood to her right, their hands still clasped, bound not just by blood but by the bond reforged in trial. Sister to sister. Shadow to flame. Then the sky split open. Not with violence. But with revelation. A river of fire poured from the heavens, slow, spiraling, alive. It was not destruction. It was not wrath. It was awakening. The Fire Spirits. They descended not as beasts or gods, but as forces, primordial, eternal. Older than the Moons. Born of the first breath of the world. They swirled through the ruined temple in a dance of living flame, weaving through broken columns, coiling around

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

It vibrates in my bones, and my magic lifts like wings behind my ribs, ready to take flight. I can feel the spirits' hunger. Not for blood or vengeance, but for purpose. For meaning. For the chance to be part of something greater than their exile. I step forward, leaving the safety of Erik's touch. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to help." But the Ash-born do not answer with words. They vanish. Not into mist or shadow, but into me. The sensation is overwhelming. Dozens of spirits flowing into my body, their memories and pain and hope becoming part of me.

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.”

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

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.

"It's not too late to be hopeful this can change your whole life. I had a cousin who was a late bloomer and transformed during his twentieth birthday. My family believes that something happened in the spiritual realm that made the transformation delayed." "The spiritual realm?" This was the first time she heard of it. "It is an invisibe realm where we get our spirit wolf or any other spirits from the other races. The spirits also bond and find their own partners in which the 'mate' is created. They are fated for each other no matter what refusal you have against the mating bond it's unescapable. Other than that the dead souls also wander in the spirit realm turning into a spirit wolf." Iris

, I mustered all my courage because if he was going to ask about my pups then the answer would be a big NO. "I will tell you when the right time comes.", That kid murmured and helped me with my delivery and I had shared the same with Vince (Andrella’s Father) later. "A kid helped me..... Well, he was not exactly a kid but a man inside the kid's soul.", I said remembering his voice. "Is this even possible?" . "Spirits are both evil and good. And yes, they can take control over other host bodies to complete unfinished business. So, maybe there was an old age spirit under that kid's body."

Kieran said. Tresicta stood before the bed that belonged to the body she currently occupied and sighed. She turned around closing her eyes and falling back. Before her body hit the bed, she was back into the landscape of her host and she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Some sort of hybrid, a combination between a human and a cat looking at her. OH! She had forgotten about that. Everyone had a spirit animal.