Spirit Messenger Novels & Stories

She says while trying to take the cloth off. The strange man pushes her aside and says- “Just shut up and see.” Ayame gets even more depressed and she sits there while covering her eyes. She then says- “You’re not a spirit?” “No. Of course not. I’m a human with flesh and bones.” “That’s disgusting. What you said just now… Anyways. ANSWER MY QUESTION GODDAMMIT!” ‘Can you hear me now, you squirt?’ “Oh yes, I can.” ‘You’ll be diving into your body again.’

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Her sorrow had become a constant, gnawing ache, and her cries of despair now felt like a burden to those around her every moment even though she had done all the possibilities for this bliss. As the woman's moans grew louder, a man in his forties, holding a torch, approached the dugout, attempting to console her. Unbeknownst to the others, he was surely a spy for the enemy, tasked with identifying aims for their bombers' target. But before he could get close, the distraught woman, sensing his insincerity, slapped him with all her might, knocking him down unconscious. He couldn't bear the blow of a slap, so crumpled to the ground, just as Vicky's elder brother sprang into action, seizing the

As the figure materialized, the surrounding lights converged around it, encasing it like stars surrounding the moon. The phosphorescent humanoid figure exuded a fiery temperament as it loomed over Adrian from a higher vantage point. This entity was a level-eight pinnacle belonging to the Fire Spirit category. Fire Spirits, formed through the fusion of phosphorescent lights and spirits, were typically weak. However, this particular Fire Spirit had achieved an unprecedented level of power, capable of assuming a human form. “It’s rare to come across such an arrogant fellow. Are you hoarding all the spoils for yourself? No intention of sharing with us?" another voice suddenly said.

Pregnant women are more prone to fall prey to their emotions. I clenched my hands into fists and looked around. The sky was back to normal now that Sabrina had stopped chanting the spell, and the sun was blazing brightly, casting its heat upon us. Even though I have not shifted yet, I know my other spirit animal is a phoenix which has great magic that is associated with the sun. I can use the sun to force that power out. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I know that I want to save Emilio, and I will.

I knew it was the spirits of the forest, and I knew that they were here to Help the pup. I watched in awe as the spirits worked their magic, healing the pup's wounds and restoring his strength. When the pup opened his eyes, he looked up at me and smiled. I knew that the spirits had saved him, and I was filled with gratitude. The pup went on to make a full recovery, and he became a strong and proud member of the pack. I never forgot the spirits' kindness, and I knew that they would always be watching over us.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

One of them, I thought it looked like Denric, shoved Joe’s shoulder and laughed. It might not have been about me, but if it was… “Hey, girlie, I have a busy life, too,” the spirit complained. I turned and headed for the barracks again. The spirit zoomed around me and chomped its sharp teeth. “It’ll only take a few minutes,” it complained. “If you don’t help me, I’ll spend the whole day screaming in your ear.” “Please leave me alone,” I muttered. The spirit started to scream. It bobbed close to my ear, letting out a high-pitched shriek that gave me an instant headache. I growled as I rubbed my temples.

“I’ll come back. Promise.” Matt didn’t let it hang for long. “Alright, enough with the emotional crap. Go die or whatever.” I smiled, despite the tension. “I’ll keep it dramatic, don’t worry.” Rain gave a final shout. “If you explode into a mystical energy cloud, I’ll be sure to throw a party in your honor!” “Nice,” I said, chuckling. “You know how to send a guy off.” And then I took another step forward, my feet suddenly feeling like leading. The Spiritborn presence was overwhelming—ancient, calm, and not at all concerned with my nerves or jokes. Every step felt like I was crossing into another world, one where my usual banter would mean nothing.

Chance smiled. Toyota released Jezebel, and she fell on the ground, crying as blood kept pouring out of the finger. "Y'all are Bloody Sinners from now on, you're members of Sin-Nation" she said, facing the rest. They all turned their stares to Tiger who's still tied, and he smiled again. "Fine, but on one condition" he said, fixing his eyes on Toyota's fat hips. Toyota went closer, locking eyes with him. Somehow, she's seeing some specks of similarities between them. The look in their eyes are almost same.