Spirit Force Novels & Stories

I yelled "We didn’t do anything, it’s basically business, you gave us that right and in return, we pay you a certain amount of money. Talking about the money, I just remembered something." He pulled out his phone "Do you want cash or a transfer?" He asked "You are inhuman, brutal, cruel, you are a monster." I spitted "I’m sorry Afraah, I’m really sorry" Rayan said "I hate you. I hate all of you." I cried out

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

She reached out a hand, and as it hovered above them, a warm light began to glow from her palm, bathing the room in a golden hue. “Your love holds the power to free you,” she intoned. “But know this: the bond you declare will transcend lifetimes. You are bound beyond this world.” Sophia and Ethan exchanged a look, a deep sense of understanding passing between them. They nodded, accepting the spirit’s words. Just as the warmth enveloped them completely, a sudden shift in the air caused the light to flicker. The walls trembled, and Sophia felt her heart leap into her throat. The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm.

Prayer warrior 2: (closes eyes for a bit) Hmmmm… spirit of denial? Possessed girl: (with a shrill voice) Ah yes, that’s me… (eyes grow wide, their voice getting louder and more shrill) Oh, no! NOPE! I’m not a spirit of denial! I’m not! REALLY, I’M NOT! Uhhhh… say that again?! Prayer warriors: (look at each other) MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh sure, of course you’re not! +++++++++ Are you feeling as if these are sorely lacking? *stifles laughter...

Tears well up in my eyes again, that is all I feel like I am doing at the minute. We part ways and we get into our positions in the ritual circle. Scarlet takes a deep breath and starts to chant the words that will start the sacrifice. This time as she chants a light blue light starts to flow through the objects which connects them all together. While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky.

J uttered emptily. Another most ferocious cries left out from the spirit mouth as her body explooded in dust as she disappears for eternity. This time around, it was Sattierre who cried ferociously for she felt her other half soul left her body unknowingly. The shadow spirit is a part of Sattierre entirety being. Now that its gone, Sattierre's feared ability is no more. For she is not the true powerful spirit that lived. Not even Spirious Assuriel for in the prophecy that's been written ancient of ancient era ago, a new spirit will be born who held the true power. A true king of the purer of pure blood. The heir of mythacierre.

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

With the outbreak of the power of Little Apple's bloodline, the power of qi, blood and martial intent seemed to be pulled into the air and integrated into the soaring Spiritual Blood. Dragon, who was meditating on sword intent of an ancient sword mark, looked up. Although the sword intent was incomplete, it was of great benefit to him. However, it finally broke free. Not only Dragon, but the rest of them were no exception. When they were excited to get their opportunities, the martial intent broke free before they could comprehend it. At first, they were angry, but later they couldn't believe it. The energy contained in the soaring Spiritual Blood frightened them. Big Black closed its eyes a