Spirit Finger Novels & Stories

His wet tongue click over my sex and I squirm making him groan over me. "Not now" He chuckles and returns his fingers to it's business. He increases his pace, thrusting his fingers faster into me. I gasp and tug the end of his hair harder as I feel my body near it's release. "Come for me baby" He groans and my liquid spills out on the couch. I sit up and take quick breaths to steady my breathing. My eyes go to his pants and I smile and kneel in front of him. I slowly unzip his pants and pull it down, revealing his briefs that are bulging with his hard member. I pull down his briefs and settle my eyes on his thick and long member.

A scream was trapped in my throat and my entire body was frozen. The man must have heard my entry. He slowly turned around. I was met with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They had the ability to bore into one’s sole. He took one step towards me, and I suddenly came out of my immobile state. The cup slipped from my fingers. The cup shattered as it met with the linoleum of the kitchen floor.

“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.

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

He took a deep breath, to calm his nerves and gave me a smile that was more sure this time around. I held his hand and dipped it into the bowl of water, and with a deep breath started the recital. “Blood to blood, earth to earth - by the power in me and with the moon and universe bearing me witness - I, Mica Silvers hereby hand over that bestowed unto me to Richard Mocco.” The moment I said the last word I felt something leave me with such a rush that it had me gasping. Suddenly, I felt…empty - and cold. This is it.

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My nostrils flared as I sucked in deep breaths, fighting to keep my wits about me. “What do you want from me?” I rasped. If I could get it talking, then maybe I could find a way out of this. I wouldn’t. But it was worth a shot. The spirit moved to one side, its footsteps slow, predator-like. It moved to the other side, its gaze never leaving me. Its mouth opened wider, and it laughed. “Blood.” Blood? “Why?” The spirit crouched, ready to attack. “Thiiiiirsty.”

Zayne continued, every word carrying a fierce, unyielding promise. "Whatever this signal is, it is just a ghost—a stray ping from an unindexed backup somewhere in the dark. You are not alone anymore. You aren't hiding in a dark cottage, and you aren't fighting in a crumbling bunker. I am right here with you, and we will face whatever this is together. Do you hear me?"