Spirit Finger Novels & Stories

With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp pointed fangs at the front of his bottom jaw to just graze Tritan's skin, conveying his intentions before proceeding further. Tritan relaxes in the comforting hold of Finrir's embrace, a contented and relieved smile gracing his face. Finrir, his resolve unwavering, closes his mouth around Tritan's wrist. His large, straight, pointed spiral fangs, reminiscent of miniature needle-sharp narwhal tusks, pierce Tritan's skin. With precision, Finrir takes only what he needs to complete the bond, his thumbs instinctively covering the small wounds to ensure that Tritan doesn't bleed.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

Feeling a tingling in my fingertips I raised my hands only to see short thin sparkling silver threads emerging from my fingertips. ‘Flame, what’s happening??’ ‘I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel wrong…go with it, go with the feeling. Let’s see what happens’ ‘Easy for you to say…you don’t have shimmering spider webs coming out of your paws!!’ ‘Oh, but I know someone who does!!’ ‘Concentrate! This is not a movie!!’

" The instant he spoke, thick fog rose from nowhere. It rushed toward Aria as Frederick chanted some kind of spell. In a heartbeat, everything changed before Aria's eyes. Those people had vanished. Wisps of energy seeped up from the ground, forming over a hundred spirits. There were old and young ones, all with blank eyes and arms stretched straight ahead. They had one clear target, and that was Aria. Frederick's laughter rang out. "Weren't you supposed to be skilled and great at fighting? Then go ahead and kill all these spirits. It's the only way to get to me. "If I'm not mistaken, you just infused that stick with some of your fortune. I never thought someone your age would have fortune to

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

I was about to pull away from his hug when he tightened it. “T-Tirso...” “I want a kisspirin from you, Irene.” What? K-Kisspirin?! Is that even medicine?!

My eyes hardened. “Tell me where she is.” The spirit tilted its head. “Earn it.” My fists clenched. “Speak clearly.” “A riddle,” it said. “Answer it… and you may pass.” “And if I don’t?” Its form stretched wider. “Then you stay.” My betas shifted behind me. I stepped forward. “Ask.” The spirit’s voice echoed again. “I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I touch will soon turn red. What am I?”

But on the third, everyone was shocked as they saw the glass move little by little. They all got goosebumps since the glass moved on its own even though their fingers were lifted from its butt. “I’ll ask this time!” shouted Mike, who obviously just wanted to be the hero of this story. Kuya Devin quickly spoke up against Mike, saying, “No, Mike! I’ll be the one to ask since I was the one who called it here. Also, it's obviously responding to me.” Kuya first asked if the spirit was a man. The glass moved and stopped on top of the word YES. Then Kuya asked how old the spirit was. The glass moved again and stopped at the numbers 3 and 5.