Spirit Mediums Novels & Stories

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

I quickly read all the pages of those creatures about whom I already knew like Nephilim, Demon, Angels, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Dragons, and Vampires. I pace down my speed when I read a new topic of SPIRITS. . The spirit world is the world or realm inhabited by spirits, both good or evil of various spiritual manifestations. Whereas religion regards an inner life, the spirit world is regarded as an external environment for spirits. Although independent from the natural world, both the spirit world and the natural world are in constant interaction. Through mediumship, these worlds can consciously communicate with each other. Generally, low strength spirits need humans as their vessels to en

Spirit three fathomed. "Indeed, it is. It involves a Banshee spirit. It is after the life of my loved one, Sophia!" I answered, going straight to the point already. "A banshee spirit? Why didn't it leave the world and hang around the living?" Spirit One asked as spirit two opens a file. "It's Mauda. She couldn't return because of her evil desires that caused her to be dammed" Spirit Two related after reading her file. "How do I destroy her?" I asked.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

“Usually, when you find the root cause and pacify the spirits, they leave. They are usually victims in their lifetime. In death, they inflict pain as a way to assuage their misery. You cannot blame them. Mundane folks have misconceptions about these spirits because they do not understand them. Language is beyond them and articulation is impossible. They cannot communicate with words because of the physical qualities of our dimensions. In their dimensions, communication with words is challenging.” “They use other means to communicate?” “They destroy, mischief and hurt to tell us what they want. They want to be heard. You know it is like a child weeps to get attention-” I paused. “And?Carry o

"Bad because it’s tied to one of us. Someone we’ve wronged, someone who died… or worse, a deceptive spirit that looks exactly like we came through the portal we opened. Good, because we have little time to return to normalcy, if there's any left to return to. The spirit needs to find its body—or a new host to possess—if it can't find its original form." “Can’t we stop it?” Axel growled, stepping closer to Akira, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Find it now, send it back where it came from before it does all that? Burn one of your damn incense sticks, say a chant—anything!" Akira’s eyes didn’t even change at Axel’s outburst. "It doesn’t work that way," she replied coolly. "You can't

One woman began singing, the other danced, each move flowing with the beat. “Who are those?” I asked, still not turning to Zane. “Spirit dancers.” I turned my head to him , accessing his face like I had heard him wrong. “What? Spirit dancers?” He nodded once. “Yup. They are used to awaken spirits, revive dead pure souls, sometimes purify dirty ones, but most especially, they are for the reborn.” He was blabbing. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Perfectly fine with you right here baby.”

The Spirit Weaver started to chant the magical words of the wolf spirits. Several older members of the pack started to hum in harmony, lending their voices to the steady chant spilling from the Weaver's mouth. The eerie wolfish music mixed with the magic smoke that carried the smell of bay leaves, angelica, and calendula. The Weaver picked up an apparatus that looked very similar to a priest’s aspergillum, but instead of sprinkling holy water, he whirled it around his head, spilling blessed and secretly curated oil out in arced circles around him.