Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

they have something they need done. And there aren’t as many people who hear them as there used to be which means more work for those of us who do. My father keeps me busy enough for three people. If I were seeking the spirits out in Daily conversation, I wouldn’t have time to tie my shoes. Samuel spends a lot of time trying to figure out where spirits fit into Christianity I don’t worry about it so much.” He thought he was going to have to remind her to finish her food, but she stared at her bag for a bit, then took another bite. “What do you do if they ask you to do something wrong?” He shook his head. “Most spirits are more friendly or unfriendly rather than good or evil.” And then, beca

Although the man and the fat god are in soul form right now, spirits can still be taken as it came from the purest of souls; that of an unborn child, the innocents. The souls of gods and immortals can at will devour another soul but they are such an innovative race that they found out that liquor using those innocent souls tasted unusually sweeter. Thus, the spirit liquor industry developed. "Why not," the man confirmed and blink near the table. Although they were talking earlier, their distances were several millions of kilometers apart. As the man and the fat god seated the latter said.

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.

Six more hours and he will bring her out and the hurried her in a coffin. The dibia kept adding more firewood to the flaming fire as he kept saying different incantations. Singing in a laconic tone just to summon the sprite of the ancestors.. Inside the drum the water boiled vigorously. Ogadima was.... The herbalist continued to sing as he circled the pot. In the physical realm, the water in the pot was boiling vigorously, sending up thick, heated smoke, while in the spiritual realm, the water was icy cold. Ogadima had been in the pot for hours.

I immediately went to Sterling since he was practically an expert on the dead, but even he couldn’t help. “I can’t get a read on it. Whatever kind of spirit it is, it’s hiding from me. Are you sure you tried all of the banishments in the spellbook? And none of them worked? Alright, don’t snap at me, I’m just trying to help you.” I was left with no option but to accept the spirit and hoped it would go away on its own. As much as I prayed, the problem persisted. With a sigh of resignation, I returned the bottles to their place in the fridge before snatching up the jar of olives from the counter. I let out a hum of contentment as I popped one in my mouth.

“If this is a tradition of the witch prior to marriage, we should respect it.” I hold the salt in my hands. “Let’s get this party started then.” Mischief dances in my eyes. “Spirits of East, Upon winged beasts, Of air and life in breath, Hear my call! Spirits of South, Flames of hearts and mouths, Ablaze in hearths, Hear my call! Spirits of West, Water of life be blessed, Tides and currents of the seas, Hear my call! Spirits of the North,

Even though I don’t believe in the power of Voodoo, the thought of using this potion on another person sickens me. Desperately wanting to change the subject from human sacrifice to literally anything else, I ask, “What about the ghosts?” The voodoo priestess nods thoughtfully. “Those are the spirits of the souls buried in the cemetery in the swamp and those that have died in the house. When the workmen disturbed their graves, the spirits were broken from their rest.” “The children,” I realize, thinking of the sounds of laughter that sometimes drifted down from the upper floors. “And they aren’t the only ones,” Mama Janvier adds.

I was trying to sympathize with a ghost. "So... Are you looking to pass on?" I was unsure how to proceed. The only thing I had to go off of was movies or shows that I had seen, and they usually mention finding the light. Was that a real thing? "I have been trying to find out what I need to do to pass over, but up until now, no such luck I am afraid." Jesse held up his hands and shrugged. We stood there, in the small room staring at one another. Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind.