Spirit Farmer Novels & Stories

Ren was giving me a disapproving look as he comforted my familiar, who still whimpered and slouched in a sitting position with his ears angled down. WHAT HAVE I DONE!? “Forgive me!” I cried and threw myself at my familiar’s neck. ‘It’s okay, master. I know that I am just your contracted spirit. I shouldn’t have expected anything in return in the first place. I just simply follow orders. I just can’t help it because even though you are lacking in the head, I still waited years for you to come. We spirits are bound to one soul and we cannot age until the right tamer arrives.’ Custard whipped at his face with his paw as if he was whipping a tear.

Soheila smiled and walked to the stove to prepare food for herself and for her Spirit beasts. Spirit Beasts are the companions of a cultivator, and you can have as many as you can until your mental strength can still contract it. To obtain a spirit beast you need to know how to tame or let someone who knows how to tame beasts which are called Beast Tamer Master unless the spirit beast takes the initiative to have a contract. Spirit beasts have great intelligence, it depends on their rank level. The higher the level the more intelligent it is, furthermore they can surpass the human's intelligence.

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

Spirit three fathomed. "Indeed, it is. It involves a Banshee spirit. It is after the life of my loved one, Sophia!" I answered, going straight to the point already. "A banshee spirit? Why didn't it leave the world and hang around the living?" Spirit One asked as spirit two opens a file. "It's Mauda. She couldn't return because of her evil desires that caused her to be dammed" Spirit Two related after reading her file. "How do I destroy her?" I asked.

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 lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

He was teaching her to see the hidden picture. The final day, the day before the moon, was Spirit. Fred was quiet for a long time, twisting his hat in his hands. “I don’t know a thing about werewolf spirit trials,” he admitted. Then he looked at her, his kind eyes earnest. “But I know about being human in a place that don’t quite fit. I know about holding onto who you are when the whole world tries to change you into something else.” He took her to the little, struggling garden patch he’d made behind the station. “Spirit is your core. What’s left when you strip everything else away.” He made her touch the cool soil, the fuzzy leaves of the tomato plants. “Remember this. Remember the smell of

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.