Spirit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

So the past two days Spirit has effectively been able to stop every episode and they seem to be coming further and further apart. But even though these episodes seem to be coming fewer and further apart, he still seems sad and depressed. He's still so weak and tired and sleeps a lot. He sleeps so often that he hardly makes it through dinner. Almost every time he ends up falling asleep at the table. He falls asleep with his head leaning against me almost every single time. Seeing my father like this makes me question the mate bond. I just can't wrap my head around it. If they carry a piece of your soul and were made specifically for you, how can they hurt you like that? How can they reject yo

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.

Or so I'd been taught. Sassafras grunted softly, tail twitching. "And in all your nineteen years of accumulated wisdom, you've learned everything there is to know, have you?" I hated it when he did that. "Okay then, smarty pants," I said. "What's beyond Spirit?" Liam saved Sassafras the trouble of answering. "They are outside Spirit," he said. "Pure Universal energy. According to Iepa, they were literally the hands of creation." "Were?" I felt my hands clenching together as the wavering image of the woman I'd seen in my dream hovered in my mind's eye. "Where did they go?"

“I... I didn’t mean to—” “Your anger blinds you, Aaron,” the spirit’s voice softened, its luminous form beginning to waver. “But it also reveals your humanity. You are not alone in your struggles. I, too, have faced the depths of emotions. Your journey is not over.” As quickly as its anger had flared, the spirit’s energy subsided, and its form returned to its serene state. “Return to the barrier,” it commanded, its voice a gentle yet firm directive. “Confront your rage, and when you are ready to face the mountain once more, you may enter.”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

“I can help them, Arion, but every soul I guide reminds me of what I’ve left behind. It’s a cruel irony—helping others find peace while I’m still searching for mine.” Together, we moved along the riverbank, guiding the souls toward their next destination, a place of rest and renewal. The Spirit River shimmered under the celestial light, a bridge between worlds, where laughter and tears intertwined in a dance of eternity. The ache in my chest was a constant companion, reminding me of the love I had left behind.

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.

"Peace? There can be no peace until justice is served! I will not rest until my tormentors pay for their sins!" Alpha Leori's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to unravel the spirit's past and unearth the truth behind its relentless fury. "Tell us, spirit, who wronged you? Let us hear your story. Perhaps together, we can find a way to bring about resolution and end this cycle of suffering." The spirit hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating Alpha Leori's words. And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners.