Spirit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wanted to choose who I loved—not have them chosen for me. Finally realizing what I had done, I immediately sobered up and took a step back. “Oh. Sorry.” “It’s alright.” Ethan’s jaw ticked. “It wasn’t your fault.” Wasn’t it, though? I’d let this strange bond control me. Had let an animal in my mind take over. “I’m not an animal. I’m a spirit. Your wolf spirit.” “You be quiet. Behave for five seconds, will you?” The wolf in my mind chuffed, but obeyed. For now, anyway.

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."

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.

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

Abijah & Lila POV (In the Spirit Realm) I'm hit with the pleasant smell of fresh lavender. I slowly open my eyes and get the uncanny feeling that I am in the Spirit Realm. It looks just like Tanks' Space before he changed it. Sitting up I see this huge lavender colored wolf with bright lavender eyes staring at me! "Lila?" I ask her perplexed and she mindlinks me, "Yes Abijah, how are you? I'm sorry that I was absent for so long, and through your many hardships with the Beta." Her head hung low, closing her eyes and thick tears falling down her furry face.

“Trust me. I won’t let this become a problem.” He exhaled and leaned back a little, finally letting the conversation settle between us. But I wasn’t done. “There’s something else,” I said, the words a little more hesitant this time. He raised a brow. “Yeah?” “I think… I’ve figured out a way to reach them.” Jayden’s entire expression shifted. “The spirits?” I nodded. “They’ve been avoiding me, showing themselves only when they feel like it, warping my son’s mind with things I don’t understand. But if I can force the connection—if I can pull them in instead of waiting for them to come to me…”

The faint scent of cedar and something darker, like leather warmed by skin. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t need to. Another jolt of the train, and this time his chest brushed her back. Just once. Barely contact. But it sent a spark straight down her spine, pooling hot and liquid between her thighs. Her breath caught. She waited for an apology, for him to step back. Neither came.

Having a child, the fruit of his love with Fania, was far happier than anything Sean had ever experienced. “I hope so.” Fania tried to smile. Although her head was full of many possibilities but the biggest one was Celine's rejection, at least she had tried to help her cousin. Don't let Celine experience something bad because she couldn't fulfill her mother's wishes even though... it was hard.

Chase had to cover his mouth tight to muffle a laugh. “I knew it. You can’t hide anything from me, Chris. You are totally falling for this girl.” Chase shook his head, thoroughly amused. “Man, I really want to know what kind of wild drama went down between them to make Spirit turn so incredibly cold toward him. Did they actually hook up?” He shook his head vigorously at the idea. “No way. Chris is way too straight-laced to pull a move like that on a resident. And Spirit? No chance. She’s a total spitfire. She wouldn’t let him get away with anything that fast. So what gives?”