Spirit Messenger Novels & Stories

Chen shook his head and began condensing his second spirit ring. Within his mental scape, the Bright Goddess Butterfly let out a heavenly glow that illuminated the entire misty world. Chen's blood churned and his spirit energy moved around him in excitement. The original mist-like spirit energy congealed into a yellow ring but suddenly, Chen's body shuddered and the Bright Goddess Butterfly began flapping her wings inside Chen's mental scape.

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

"Yeah, repeating yourself like a pet parrot isn't doing anything for me." He let out an amused puff of air before going on. "It's when a Spirit user wields the unconscious mind of a specific host to appear in their dream and communicate with them. Technically, you are still asleep and dreaming, but I'm able to morph your dream into another setting so we can meet." "Meet," I exclaimed, my mouth agape. "You mean this is happening right now? We're having a real, live conversation?" "Well, yeah. I thought you said your sister was a Spirit user?"

And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners. The pack members listened intently, their faces etched with empathy and understanding. They realized that the spirit was a lost soul, trapped in a realm between the living and the dead, seeking retribution for the injustices it had endured. As the spirit's story unfolded, Alpha Leori's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and compassion. He approached the invisible presence, extending a hand in an offering of peace. "Spirit, I cannot change the past, but together we can shape the future. Release your hold on vengean

If Chase, Willow, and the others knew this, they would probably tease him about it for the rest of his life after rescuing him. After releasing Purple Specter, Paul's entire demeanor transformed. He became like a killer or predator lurking in the darkness, viewing Chase as prey. A purple shadow flashed as his spirit pounced toward Chase like a jungle leopard. This scene surprised Willow's group considerably. Normally, visualized spirits were just phantoms used to cast techniques and engage enemies. This Purple Specter was actually attacking like a physical entity! Chase remained completely unperturbed. He chanted the Nine Word Mantra and formed hand seals as the Silly Husky behind him let ou

A circle of blue flames formed, surrounding the fleeing spirit of the world. "What are you doing?" the spirit of the world shouted angrily. "I will burn you and create a new spirit." Blue Firebird replied calmly as he slowly walked toward the spirit of the world. "Create a new world spirit? Hahaha, are you joking? That's impossible! Because I am still the world spirit myself," the world spirit shouted, mocking Blue Firebird's actions. What it didn't know was that Blue Firebird did have a way, but it didn't want to use it until it truly understood something from the world spirit.

’ She asked angrily, the hunger to cause harm to anyone who got in their way lingered within her eyes. Dropping to my knees and yanking my arm away, I whimpered, ‘I swear, I’m not here to find a spirit! I don’t even know how I got here!’ The male spirit huffed, kneeling to whisper in my ear, ‘Humans only appear in The Abyss when their souls are still in the land of the living and trying to get to the Spirit World, so we know you’re lying to us.’ ‘No… I’m not, I’m—‘ The whistle of the wind sent another chill through me, but it felt familiar. It felt safe and, though physically cold, it warmed me with comfort. Then the non-existent words tickled my soul.

With a steadying breath, Aqua placed her hands over her heart and concentrated, allowing her thoughts to drift like leaves carried on the wind. “Mom… Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “If you can hear me, please, I need you.” A tingling sensation enveloped her as the air thickened with energy, crackling around her like static electricity. The room dimmed, shadows shifting as if responding to her call. In that moment, she felt a pull—a gravitational force drawing her inward, deeper into the essence of the universe. “Let me hear you,” she urged, pouring her heart into her words. “I’m ready.”

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.