Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

Instead, their attention focused entirely on me. I began to hum softly, establishing a connection with them. The familiar melody calmed their restless movements. They settled into sitting positions, forming a circle around me. As the moon rose higher, I moved to the next phase. I took a handful of crushed herbs from a golden bowl and cast them into the small fire burning before me. The flames turned blue, releasing fragrant smoke that went upward. "Spirits of the moon," I chanted, my voice gaining power, "hear my call. These souls before me are lost between worlds, neither wolf nor human. Guide them back to wholeness."

So I replied to her, "Okay ma'am" She got mad at me, "Please stop calling me ma'am". So I laughed and said, "ok Ira. By the way, when you're going to find someone who will do this taking care of things for you." "You know what, I am also searching for my soul but my soul is far away from me. Actually, my soul is playing hide and seek with me." she smiled and started her way toward the lift.

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?

Morris thought of it and said, "What if he gets lucky? Maybe he'll survive. Haha. I remembered there was a guy who accidentally entered the deeper part of the forest. He found a second-grade spiritual herb there. What a lucky guy!" "A second-grade spiritual herb!" Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that. Spiritual herb was a herb that had the ability to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and mood. They were hard to come by and were extremely rare.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

Vicky's passion for nature inspired him to continually explore and express his creativity through drawing and writing. As he delved deeper into the natural world, he gained a deeper understanding of its complexities and realities. With his wooden box of Marie's vibrant colour tubes and an array of brushes in various sizes, he revelled in the familiar ritual of creating art. But it was the pungent aroma of Turpentine oil that brought him the most joy, its distinctive scent always transporting him to a state of serenity and inspiration.

Diego followed the purple mist which led her to a room with no door, the singing had now grown stronger. When Diego walked in the room, the lights that lit the passageway had completely died out. The room was dark except for the purple mist that poured out from the Black Spirit. “Why have you come?” the Spirit demanded in a mocking tone. Diego replied calmly “Your singing…is distracting me from thinking.” The Spirit chuckled, “Thinking?” Diego took a few more steps. She found the Black Spirit on the wet floor sitting with its head facing down. Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was...

“Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of our coven. They worshiped Death and wanted to help him like we do with reaping souls, but as you know, our coven is special because we are descendants of Death. It doesn't matter how diluted the bloodline is. The only way someone is a member of our coven is if they have some of Death’s DNA. It’s part of why he always had to have children so often. Though, he solved that with my bl

They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice. She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons. Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set. She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.

They encountered hostile spirits and treacherous terrain, but their resolve never wavered. Finally, they reached the heart of the Spirit Realm, where the elusive herb grew. It was guarded by a powerful spirit, its presence radiating an aura of immense strength. The spirit spoke, its voice echoing through the realm. “To take this herb, you must prove your worth. Show me your true strength and unity.” Drawing upon their bond, the group faced the spirit in a trial of combat and wit. They fought with everything they had, their abilities complementing each other perfectly. The spirit, impressed by their display of courage and unity, granted them the herb.