Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

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.

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

“I have my spirit form. If I were to die for any reason, I would still be here.” “How do you know that’s how it would work?” “Because that’s how it has always worked with the spirit element wielders, and honestly, I am still waiting for my mother to show up.” “You think she survived?” I shook my head. “No, I know she is dead, but her spirit is still here. All spirit wielders stay in this realm as ghosts or spirits and can communicate with others with the same elemental abilities. I can feel that she is still around, but right now, she feels far away. Being a spirit elemental is complicated because a lot of our abilities are not in what we can see or perceive, but in what we can’t.” I yawned

I finally understood how human's blood was able to keep this world alive. "The Spirituals worked out amazing. They were also sent to earth. As they had the powers of five most powerful angels and a drop of God's essence in them, they were known as the most powerful creatures living on the earth. That also made them the rulers. Fairies, vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, wizards, enchaterts and even dragons were afraid of the Spirituals. God created a very few of them. But do you know, they had the power to reproduce from the angels. Not that angels were going to try anything like that, were they?" He dramatically ended and I giggled. It felt like I was a toddler again, enjoying my stor

The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—” “Let’s make a bet,” Soma interrupted the spirit. “If he wins this battle, you will be under him in the future. You won’t cause trouble.” Upon hearing that, the spirit clicked his tongue. “What if he loses?” “I will let you go,” Silver responded, “I’ll let your main self reappear in the worlds.” The spirit laughed. “Alright. I accept this bet.”

"Listened, Samantha. When I throw myself at the opposite end, I want you to swim as fast as you can to the edge of the opposite side." "What do you mean throw yourself to the lake?" "I will be the bait, and you cross it as fast as you can. I will hold the fog off. Okay?" I shooked my head. "No, Samuel. I'm not going to let you do that. There must be another way. You can fly me off like you did when we are the underworld." "No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm."

“If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?” “Magic, spells and powers are only some links between the dead and the living,” Mazoi explained. “Shamans can summon spirits for example. And spirits are the souls of the dead—which we mostly know.” Eric absorbed the information and nodded. But still, he was confused what could a book do with Priestess Nehes’ defeat. And yet, he did not ask further and merely watched Mazoi scanning the papyrus roll. Mazoi smiled as he read on. He looked at Kent fondly but enigmatically. Kent expressed his question without words.

Mathias could easily get lost or trapped in the treacherous realm, where dangerous spirits were searching for prey. An HOUR is the maximum time a spirit can stay away from its body. One second after that, it becomes impossible for the spirit to return, resulting in the person's permanent death. The road to meet the water goddess was not the only perilous part of Mathias' journey. Meeting the water goddess herself presented another danger. Only those who were pure of heart and deemed worthy by the spirits could be in the presence of a god or goddess. If someone was found unworthy or impure of heart, they would be trapped and serve as a slave to that god or goddess for all eternity.

He then went to where the elaium was sitting and pick it up in his arms. "Is elaium the same as a house spirit?" He sat down on the stool while Noel folded his sleeves. Noel pondered a bit, before answering, "They are different. House spirit is like a ghosts, haunting the house meaninglessly, while spirits, like elaium, had their own specific tasks." "I see..." Ricky nodded his head slowly while playing with the lizard's cold and soft webbed foot. Noel who stared at him from the kitchen counter unconsciously broke into a smile.