Spirit King Novels & Stories

I took interest in the conversation rather than his hands. "Well, um, it's going well." Prince Kingston said, as usual, he had a deep and grave voice that is unreal but not as Rhyker who is younger than them and wilder. He's the silent Prince between those two, Zane is more the playful and flirty man while Rhyker is stuck with a cold attitude and bold language.

What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak. Even if she looks fierce on the outside, he can’t fulfill her task if she’s fragile on the inside. “Fuck!” he growled soon as he entered the mini bar inside the royal house. He badly needed to drink a strong one to stop himself from destroying anything. He poured his glass of Spirytus Vodka and sipped on it. He sat on the couch as he savored the strong taste the Vodka drink could bring. He closed his eyes and tried to avert his thoughts from that girl.

he clarifies his decision. My expression darkens at his words. My gaze cringes and breathing thickens. Heaving deep breaths,I realized my hidden morphed fist. "Huge benefits follows this requests" I persuade,he chuckle's. "What benefits have you which suits my desires?. Am a living god alpha Drake. The ancient spirits dwells within me. I pull rain from the clouds, spiritually battle demons,hea numerousl sicknesses…". "All sicknesses expect your daughters" I interrupt. Diego's daughter habours a wired and unrecognizable sickness an alpha blood alone cures.

Chris screamed after so many minutes of silence and lightning flashed followed by a boisterous thunder. "THERE IS A NEED FOR A NEW KING FOR THE KINGDOM OF THE DARK GREAT ONE AND ALL POWER HAS BEEN BESTOWED ON YOU TO RULE" the king of the spirits of victory mumbled after the last respect session ended. "But the sea kingdom waits for me" Chris grumbled. "IT IS LEFT FOR YOU TO DECIDE GREAT ONE" the king uttered and vanished. "Let's all head back to my home and I'll decide my next step," Chris said and without second thoughts they all agreed, joined their hands together, and vanished.

the spirit began. Its attitude was completely different now compared to before. Raider sat down cross legged in front of the spirit, about three meters away from the bone formation. "I was born on a far far away world a few hundred thousand years ago..." began the spirit. "I have long since forgotten my given name, and have gone by quite a few in my lifetime... you can call me Master Bones."

Earth said accusingly. Since the first day he met him, he never believed that he doesn't know anything but just refused to say it. He was just looking for an opportunity and he found out that he is easily provoked. As a matter of fact, he wasn't offended or whatnot with the prank, but instead was grateful for kissing Sky. Lark couldn't believe he fell for it. He made a facepalm, shaking his head at himself. "Yes, I can say whatever I want with no consequences, because I am a Spirit," Lark answered him after he realized that there is nothing he could do to him.

"That’s impossible. Alaric’s spirit was scattered." "A spirit can be split, just like a soul," the Whisperer replied. "Part of me was trapped in rage and became the ghost king you defeated. Another part... saw the stupidity of this eternal war. I am the part that seeks the final solution. Join me, Siron. With our Guardian powers combined, we can break this cycle." Siron looked at Kit’s smiling face, his heart breaking. "And what happens to Kit?" "Kit will become part of something greater. Like you and me. He will be at peace."

He slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust. Tariro screamed as his enormous cock stretched her tight virgin pussy wide open, tearing through her hymen and battering her cervix. As he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, her eyes rolled back, her body began to shake violently. The mhondoro spirit entered her. Her back arched sharply, every muscle seizing and convulsing in powerful waves. Her skin burned hot then turned icy cold in rapid flashes. Her voice changed into a deep, ancient timbre as she chanted in tongues, her pussy clenching like a fist around his cock, hot juices gushing in powerful, rhythmic squirts that soaked his thighs and the red earth. Her whole body trembled uncontr

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

Hendricks sat himself down cross-legged, bit into his wrinkly thumb, drew a bloody circle around him and whipped out his metal wand. “I’m sorry to call you out of retirement, old friend,” he whispered. Then, like Suzanne, he called upon an ancient spirit, hers, a phoenix, and his, an eagle. The eagle spread its wings and it soared across the room to attack the black mist, pecking and clawing at it with all its might. But at 89, Hendricks was no longer the clairvoyant he used to be, and the spirit of the eagle, which drew its strength from Hendricks was very much affected.