Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

After giving it a thought, Handsome's father continued, "Besides, don't you forget that there might be numerous almighty monsters' blood spirits and spiritual souls from ancient times until now in the Myriad Demons Burial Ground. Blood spirits are still fine, but those spiritual souls have accumulated countless years and have long since become a terrifying existence. Not to mention ordinary people, even a cultivator with a very strong will be affected when they enter the place. One may become deranged or turn into a fool, or even worse —" Handsome's father stretched his tone and pointed to Caspian. "Being possessed by countless spiritual souls, then becoming a puppet controlled by others. As

"I knew that I shouldn't have bonded with you, all those dreams I have were because of you. And now this?'' Riviera waves her hand around her dirty bathroom. Her wolf sighs, ''think child, can you even see it in my mind that me or you? Better yet, we went on some rampage. No, I don't know what type of wolf you take me for.'' Riviera sits on the bathroom floor thinking. "But all those images that you showed me, all those things you have told me to do.'' "I never appeared to you in any dream.'' He replies. "Why are you even a man? Shouldn't I have gotten a female wolf since I'm female?'' ''I'm a spirit, spirits do not transcend as humans do. When your body dies we simply find the next await po

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.

“One of the main signs of hybridization seems to be visible in the tip of their hair gaining a different colour.” “Oh, okay. That tracks.” He nodded. “They are known to have a strong connection with spirits, ancestors, land, incorporeal beings, nature, the list goes on. They were known mostly to be the communicator between the living and the dead. Between the corporeal and incorporeal. Many were seers, and were versed in divination. They were often summoning beings from the neither, guardian spirits of forests, that type of thing.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

The exceptions to this rule were of course Elder, Gods, Origin Gods, and Battle Gods. “I am not eager to find out,” Hildegarde stated. “Are you?” she asked sarcastically. “My curiosity wants to know this, but my mind is terrified of the notion of meeting the Reaper. I doubt he or she would be as reasonable as the Watchers.” Mane stated and readjusted himself into a proper meditative pose. Now that he had access to chaos again, he could feed his hungry Spirit. He had cultivated his spirit throughout the years, and it was strong. But it was like an empty shell. Mane had to feed it. Luckily because he only had to feed his Spirit and not work on its growth, he should experience no bottlenecks in

She said, "Alright. I know I can't help, but if there's any news, please tell me as soon as possible." Sebastian nodded, and Whitney turned to return to her room. After she had gone, Sebastian turned to Lyanna and asked, "What were you talking about? Corpse-devouring ghosts?" Lyanna nodded heavily and said, "Corpse-devouring ghosts are a kind of revenant. They aren't hard to subdue for experts in yellow paper charms." Sebastian thought for a long time. He suddenly remembered a passage recorded in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. There was a kind of spiritual being that only ate human hearts. These spiritual beings weren't corpse-devouring ghosts. They were called cave sprites.

Reginald said coldly. "It's all superstition." Ben was not a fan of this kind of ritual and said, "I heard that this rite is extremely insidious, it can knock a spirit down to the blackest layers of purgatory, and after suffering a lot of tortures and sufferings, then cause their souls to be vanished, and the spirits will never be able to go back to life." "The Brook’s wants to beat that spirit to death?" Reginald asked, looking at the newspaper.

“Tell me everything again. Every detail. Every rule. Every requirement. If there’s a loophole, we’ll find it.” We worked through the night, coffee turning to energy drinks as the sun rose. We were surrounded by printouts and notes and half-formed theories when Vivienne suddenly leaned forward. “Wait,” she said, pulling up an article on ancient spiritual practices. “Look at this. It says that supernatural entities don’t actually want death or souls—those are just currencies they understand. What they really crave is acknowledgment. Recognition. Being remembered and honored.” I leaned over her shoulder, reading the text. “So instead of a life… we could offer remembrance?”

In the end, Grandma nodded in agreement. … At midnight, the medium came back. This time, she looked far more solemn than before. She was even wearing a yellow robe that I hadn't seen before. Like shamans in TV shows, she began to ring a bell and chant once the time had come. I wasn't sure if it was all a hoax. But moments later, Noah's spirit actually appeared. Soon, I realized that the ghosts of the young girls had appeared as well. There seemed to be more of them now, and they were all standing around the medium along with Noah.