Spirit Force Novels & Stories

Zephyr sneered. Evil spirits were spiritual bodies composed of sinister and evil energy. What kind of spiritual vessels could devour evil spirits? However, before Zephyr could finish sneering, Sebastian held up the Sky Devouring Bottle and coldly commanded toward the approaching evil spirit, "Devour!" The next moment, Sebastian infused his spiritual energy into the Sky Devouring Bottle. Immediately, the small bottle in his hand erupted with tremendous devouring power. The blood-red evil spirit rushing toward Sebastian instinctively sensed a terrifying presence emanating from the tiny bottle in Sebastian's hand.

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

Johnny was already drenched in sweat, but he couldn't find a single excuse. But then, right at that moment… "Everyone, look at this!" A woman wearing fashionable clothing dashed in with a phone pointed straight at me. "See that? This woman's a witch who brought my friend here to be cremated, without letting his mother see him one last time!" Ah, the woman of the hour was here. Lorraine actually had a large number of followers online because of the videos she posted of special effects makeup, so I wasn't surprised that she came here while streaming.

She steeled herself for the fight, ready to uncover the truth and reclaim her identity, one way or another. As the storm outside intensified, Aqua felt a new determination swell within her. She couldn’t allow her parents’ sacrifice to be in vain. Their legacy, their love, and their fight against the coven ignited a fire within her. She knew she had to embrace her powers, to discover what she was capable of and find a way to confront the threats that loomed in her future.

Nodded Erebus with his eyes closed. He didn't like thinking himself in such a way. "We can turn a werewolf into normal human, one at a time with your wand." Kitty stroke Erebus on his back, "And we can lift any mind control cast on a werewolf with Phosis." "But we cannot lift the soul link." Erebus nodded, thinking, "Not without the ring of the Queen. What does a soul link spell do though?" "Well, they basically share their souls, as one. Any attack on one soul in a pair, hurt the other." Kitty said, "But any merit good for the soul are shared as well."

She says while trying to take the cloth off. The strange man pushes her aside and says- “Just shut up and see.” Ayame gets even more depressed and she sits there while covering her eyes. She then says- “You’re not a spirit?” “No. Of course not. I’m a human with flesh and bones.” “That’s disgusting. What you said just now… Anyways. ANSWER MY QUESTION GODDAMMIT!” ‘Can you hear me now, you squirt?’ “Oh yes, I can.” ‘You’ll be diving into your body again.’

I can see in her how tired and broken she is. "Hestia... I'm sorry... Please come back..." Hecate murmured in her sleep. I just sigh and started picking up the empty liquor bottles on the floor. "My love... Please come back... I'm sorry." Hecate keeps murmuring in her sleep. I sigh, poured myself a glass of scotch, and immediately chug it down and whisper. "I'm sorry my friend." I sigh, put the glass down on the table and resume picking up the empty liquor bottles.

Even those base emotions are muddled with the overwhelming return of what it means to be Sani. Like most things on the Isle, my runes have several translations. To the Demons it means unforgiven. To Stepans it means forsaken. But when I received the first binding mark of Spirit, I was told it meant unbreakable. Senji, Soji, Sekri, Sori. Principals. The will of Fire, Senji. The compassion of Water. The steel of Earth’s resolve. The flexibility and adaptiveness of Air. Only once all four elements were mastered were we gifted with Spirit—the unbreakable shield that the Demons have perverted into a curse.

Sergei, the youngest, watches me with burning intensity. The ceremony begins with a brief speech from the officiant. His voice, firm and solemn, fills the room, reminding us of the significance of the bonding. He speaks of responsibility, loyalty, and the honor this commitment represents. His words press on my shoulders like an invisible weight. With each phrase, I feel my fate sealing itself, how every choice has been made for me, but without my true voice in it. I have no option but to accept the inevitable. When the speech ends, the officiant turns to me.

What the hell, get a hold of yourself, Lia! He's tall, must be over six feet tall and broad shouldered. His body is chiseled to perfection. He doesn't look like he has an inch of fat on him. He has black hair styled with the front ones a bit long and straight, and the back is cut low. It's definitely one of those fuckboy hairstyles. Every inch of him is simply human perfection. I don't even realize I'm still looking at him, eyes locked on his perfect features, until he speaks again.