Spirit Messenger Novels & Stories

he rubs my back and gives me the bottle to drink more water. "Thanks" I clean my mouth and sit up, resting my back on the head board "But you saw him in your dream, how can you even think it's real, I mean what if it's just your head playing with you" "Bryne somehow, dreams have connections with reality" My mom has always told me this, she told me some dreams could be revelations, some could just be plainly our imaginations, it's just left for our spirit to figure out and my spirit tells me this is not my mere imagination. I haven't even thought of this in a while so it can't be my imagination.

She didn't exactly recall how Acacias looked like or anything and she doesn't even remember clearly how she had met the spirit but she did remember that Acacias sounded a lot more feminine and angelic and although the voice speaking to her right now was calm, it still sounded nothing like Acacias's voice. "You sound nothing like the moon spirit Acacias and if you are really her, then you should have shown yourself by now," Amelia said and Acacias immediately chuckled. "Oh dear, don't be so silly. Do you forget that I'm actually very different from you? I'm not a person Amelia, I'm a spirit and the only reason you can even hear is cause I want you to. We spirits don't usually sound the same t

Muttering Mesaphinean curse words, he thought about his unusual reaction, which had started before she'd even entered the room. Her art crept under his skin—evocative and alluring. Now he knew why the fisheri were called sirens—everything they touched seemed magical. He'd wanted to steal her work and keep it for himself. The swirling colors loaded with emotion and almost vibrated with alien energy. And then he'd held her in his arms. He's always hated inter-species touch—whether it was scales, skin, or fur. Stralath had avoided contact since he was a cub on his planet. That's why this job suited him as a solitary bounty hunter.

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

Derrick then introduced, "They're just passing by our town. This young man here is Severin. He said he could help kill that spirit beast!" "Spirit beast? What's a spirit beast?" Charles frowned. He thought for a moment and had a sudden realization. "Are you talking about that monster?" Derrick nodded. "Yes. That monster. Severin here said that he can help to kill that monster, and we no longer have to offer any sacrifices to it anymore."

Ethereal spirits, remnants of ancient warriors, and guardians of the forest, their presence both eerie and comforting. One spirit, more substantial than the others, stepped forward, its eyes reminiscent of the depths of the universe. "You tread on sacred ground," it spoke, its voice like a haunting wind. "We mean no harm," Alex responded cautiously. "We were led here by the prophecy and the deer." The spirit looked towards the deer, which nodded in silent affirmation. "You seek answers," the spirit mused, "but are you prepared for the truths that lie buried in this sacred land?" I felt a tug at my heart, an inexplicable connection to this place. "We're here to change our fate and protect our

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,

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

** Paige’s POV ** I feel it before Ronnie says the words, a subtle pull in my chest, threads tightening between me and each of them, different textures, different temperatures. “You are Spirit,” Ronnie says to me, his voice steady. “Not light alone. Not life alone. Spirit is will, choice, meaning. You connect what is, what was, and what will be.” My stomach warms in response, a soft answering thrum that makes my breath hitch. “And they,” Ronnie continues, turning slightly, “are the elements that allow Spirit to exist in the physical world.”