Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

They were evil gods, the Spirit of Misfortune and the Spirit of Destruction. Princess Mariel stood beside the Queen Mother, flanked by the phoenixes and Leo, their blades drawn. The air thickened with tension, the gods’ presence pressing over them like an invisible storm. The Spirit of Misfortune stopped and took a deep breath. “Ah, I smell something delicious. How about you?” The Spirit of Destruction also took in a deep breath then ran his tongue over his lips hungrily. “I smell it too. It's been so long since I've smelled something so pure.”

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

"Wisdom what are we going to do at this dilemma?" Mikel whose soul is already out of him whispered to Wisdom Do you know what I mean by his soul is out of his body? It means that he has already believed that right now he is dead, just his corpse is still present. The question he asked Wisdom left Wisdom in silent. Because to be positive, there is no smartness or intelligence, not even the best wisdom in the world can lead them out of this place.

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

But the voices of the damned who wished to be freed from the underworld and possess bodies of the living. Méah's vision swirled as though the whole world was melting. The voices filled her head that it felt like it's going to explode. While she was numbed at these, Purple Smoke began her ritual. She stood in front of the black crystal, both hands touching the jar where it was enclosed. She murmured an unknown evil language that made Méah even more dizzy. Méah wished to be dead at this moment. It was making her crazy that she began to smash the back of her head on the wall behind her. But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward.

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

Tara persisted. “Again”, Maggie sighed as if getting bored with the conversation, “‘Tis because some of these spirits are bad and they fool the people into believing that the only way they’ll get what they’re wanting is to do it that way. Remember, there’s good and bad, greedy and generous on the spirit side too.” “This is all so fascinating!” Tara cried as she wiggled with excitement. Ignoring Maggie’s obvious desire to move on she continued, “So the words in the book you gave me? The spirits respond to them?”