Spirit Finger Novels & Stories

I began hesitantly, " what exactly is a spirit animal for? I mean, why do we have them?" Merilla stopped and turned to face me with a warm smile. " A spirit animal is more than just a companion, Meara. When someone is born with elemental powers, the Moon Goddess grants them a spirit animal as a lifelong partner. This animal is there to guide them, to help them stay on the right path. As the person’s elemental powers grow and evolve, so does their spirit animal. It changes form, becoming a new animal that better represents the person’s personality and their connection to their element at that point in their life."

Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist. Whisper's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of recognition. "Welcome, Syla," she whispered. "I've awaited your awakening." Phoenix's grip on my hand tightened. "Whisper will help you navigate your Fae heritage and our bond." I felt a sense of wonder and trepidation. What did this mean for me? For us?

The two females stand on either side of the fireplace, which makes them look tiny compared to its huge size. “What do you want with me?” I want to get this over and done with. He narrows his eyes at me briefly before smiling, taking a sip of his drink. “I see you have your Grandmother's spirit” He smirks as he takes another drink of whatever it is he is drinking. I just watch him, waiting for him to get to the point this showboating look at me shit really isn’t for me. I notice the black haired female snap her fingers from my peripheral vision and the large fireplace comes alive with flames, but I never take my eyes off Hadeon.

“This is preposterous!” I sighed, what was the point of trying to talk him out of it anyway? He had lived in wealth and power his entire life. He’d adapt very soon, if we really had to stay out here for this long. The fog seemed to be growing even thicker and through Ginger’s sharp vision, I could see blurry figures behind the fog. “Malric,” I called sharply, my heart suddenly thumping, “do you believe there is a water spirit? I don’t think I have ever heard of that before.”

Alex ordered before sprinting toward the lake. ​Without a second thought, Alex dove into the water and swam rapidly toward the bottom, searching desperately for Scarlett. The darkness and the cold didn't stop him, and finally, he saw a figure: the gorgon Zafira, coiling around Scarlett and squeezing tight, trying to drown her.

I clenched my fist. Fine. I lifted my hands and let the magic rise slowly. I felt dizzy the magic resisting at first but slowly started accepting. Purple light spilled between my fingers, softer than before. The ground beneath my feet started trembling... The roots of the trees began responding and trees dancing in the sharp wind. “Splat!“ Bright red liquid spluttered out of my mouth as my vision swarmed with darkness for seconds as my knees buckled under me. I would have hit the ground if Caspian hadn't moved first.

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

When grief and indignation had driven out all feelings of fear and terror, Baby Zetty was no longer terrified. "No." She shook her head. Finn felt relieved. "Alright then, hold on tight. We’ll finish off the enemy together." The Spiriters rushed forward, and long blades slid out of their hands. A cold gleam shone out in all directions as the blades hacked toward Finn.

His fair skin is tainted by a tattoo that covers the entirety of his upper arm. He is an arms dealer but not the ordinary kind, the supernatural kind that sells stakes, wolfsbane and things like holy water. His inventory is not limited to these kinds of weapons as his arsenal ranges from pistols to rocket launchers. He stands with a stern face as he eyes John who returns his gaze with the same energy. He is accompanied by Philip, also an old friend of Mary’s. Philip looks quite frantic as he helps ready the weapons. Philip is 6ft tall, his hair is a mix of grey and brown, he has dark eyes and he is fair in complexion.

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.