Novel & Cerita Spirit Force

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

"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.

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

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.

more he did not know. Realistically, she had looked too comfortable pretending to be human for it to be an external party that dosed her; even the sheer gall she had to run from him hinted at her desperation to escape him, yet… that couldn’t be it. That shouldn’t be it; she shouldn’t have been taking toxins to stunt her abilities, abilities that would solidify her position in the pack…in any pack. “What other abilities does a spirit born have?” “Textbook wise, high regeneration, high purification and some mention seer abilities, like they can peer into the future through dreams, but it is not-.”

"I'm not sure anyone has had a definite answer for me on that subject. "It's actually a newly rediscovered element. Spirit." Dimitri looked intrigued as Lissa leaned forward to answer him in a hushed tone. It wasn't that Spirit was a secret, but the more people who knew what she could do the more danger she could be in. The same went for me. "What is it?" "It's unclear what it is exactly, but from what I understand, it takes the most prominent personality trait and turns it into a manipulatable ability. It's an element of the self so it takes a lot of self-control and personal strength to make anything happen."

Christian mocked. “You’re insane. Ain’t you also a crazy man for trying to get back a woman who has also obviously forgotten about you” Beverly said back. “You hold it right there, she was mine first and she remains mine. I’m going to get her back. She doesn’t have to love me, I love her “ Christian said. “Whatever, what is the next plan now? Things are taking to long” Beverly said. “We have to wait till they get back into town. There’s nothing much we can do with them far away, we should just………” Christian said but was interrupted by his phone ringing.

I would be able to float myself too. I close my eyes and feel the wind and set my spirit free, I could feel the air enveloping my body and there's like energy running into my soul, this is it, the magic that lives in my nature. At about that moment I feel slow that my feet off the ground, I feel my lightness slowly lifting myself off the ground.

However, it ended up biting on empty air, In the place where the spirit was supposed to be. Rargh! Confused, by its inability to pierce the spirit man, the beast roared madly before landing with a careless thud. Thus, it broke its hind limb. Rargh!! it shook it's head crazily; vexed, it charged forward again. Stirring thick dust in its wake, the beast kept running round in circles, as it received heavy blows and struggled to make out a particular target. This was exactly the power of ancestral spirit—the warrior could use the spirit they communicated with to fight in battle. Thus surpassing all physical limitations.

The sound grew louder by every second, making the walls of the Speedrealm tremble until a dark ghastly figure appeared from within the depths of the realm, its entire body flickering and glowing with the purple aura of the Speedrealm. It was the Spectre. It hovered towards the source of the noise, which turned out to be a ruptured hole on the base of the realm. The hole was black, completely filled with darkness before suddenly starting to give off a faint red glow. The glow went on to increase in intensity, almost blinding the Spectre. While still trying to make out what was causing all of this, the Spectre was thrown backwards and its body crumbled away after suddenly being struck by a bol