Spirit Finger Novels & Stories

The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—” “Let’s make a bet,” Soma interrupted the spirit. “If he wins this battle, you will be under him in the future. You won’t cause trouble.” Upon hearing that, the spirit clicked his tongue. “What if he loses?” “I will let you go,” Silver responded, “I’ll let your main self reappear in the worlds.” The spirit laughed. “Alright. I accept this bet.”

and she was already walking. “So inconsiderate” he murmured. She led him back to the training room and she had taken of her shirt and now she was wrapping bandages round her fists. “This is your test. Get ready” and she turned to face him. What was happening today? He had fired guns for hours, and now he was going to spar with Megumi? Who had left Geiru for dead? No. But then again to end this and begin his own plan. Take the test now and risk death?

Her fingers twitch involuntarily, and she felt the sharp edges of her claws press against her skin. "Why did you do this to me?" Sybil's lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, come now, Hazel. I thought you would piece it together yourself. You're merely a vessel. The spirit you carry is everything to me. I want Aurum."

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

I ha. ‘’You’re doing it again.’’ He said softly, gently tracing my face with his fingers. ‘’Doing what again!’’ I snapped. Because this was new territory, and I didn’t know how to act, I felt a strange kind of anger. ‘’ Stammering. Vampires can’t lie, and when you try to, the words only get stuck in your throat, making you stammer.’’

Then, he asked for the date of birth of our children, as well as a photo of Avery. "Mr. and Mrs. Kent, my prediction was right. Your eldest daughter has been subjected to some dark voodoo magic." Michael and I exchanged glances, holding our breaths. "This is a cruel spell. The caster forces her own soul onto an unborn fetus, taking over their body. Through this, they can influence the parents' emotions. That would be the voice that you both have been hearing." He continued, "Perhaps due to the bond between the sisters, or because your true daughter's soul has not fully dissipated, she becomes agitated whenever the younger one feels joy."

Someone spat on me, while another threw bottles and crumpled paper at me. After what felt like forever, I was finally freed and staggered back home. As soon as I went inside, I already saw Mason holding a glass of wine and tasting it slowly. When he saw me, he raised his glass with a grin. "You're back? Look at the sports car I just bought. Two hundred thousand dollars. Cool, right?" Two hundred thousand dollars. That was exactly how much those people had bet on me each time they tortured me over the past five years.

“The fingerprint is gone, Nurse. Browne. He used a cold compress five hours ago. The mark is completely gone. So tomorrow, when the sun is up, how are you going to tell us apart? Because it’s going to get a lot harder for you.” Spirit looked away, her irritation flaring. “Why are you so bothered about whether I can tell you apart or not?” “I’m not bothered,” Chris murmured, stepping slightly closer. “I’m just trying to make your life easier. Because one of the biggest problems you’re gonna face here is recognizing who you’re actually dealing with.” “I can recognize you,” Spirit insisted, lifting her chin. “Charles is completely overbearing and uses a distinct, rude tone. You don’t talk like

“You’re barely more than a pup. Shouldn’t you be back at the main house with the others?” Finn’s face heated. He sat up straighter, trying to look tougher. “I’m old enough to stand watch. And I’m not little.” Soren’s chuckle turned into a soft laugh. He took another step closer, close enough that Finn could smell him—night-blooming jasmine and old blood, a scent that should have been repulsive but somehow wasn’t. “Seventeen, aren’t you? I can smell it on you. Young. Eager. Still learning what your body wants.”

Which vividly showed how Mario’s men and women (gangs no longer discriminate although women are scarce) could be seen with their emblem of a falcon on their denim jackets. As my two loyalist and trusted members enter my office I’m abruptly removed from my thoughts. “James, Zack,” I say monotonously as I nod in acknowledgement. I’m behind my large oak desk watching the security cameras of the back door for any sign of Sphinx. James glances at my maroon suit and raises his dark eyebrows. “Sphinx needed to see something distinct to trust us, like... oh he’s here, see.” I say turning the monitor towards them. “He said he would wear something distinct to be able to differentiate between a regular