Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

“I know it’s not Frindom’s turn, but you did take the place of another, right?” “No, I just leapt on his back.” Nya looked at Slate for only a moment, seeing the expression on his face that said he was about to interject himself into their conversation. “Leapt on his back and prevented him from accepting the donation from the other kingdom?” Gavin asked. Nya half shrugged. “I suppose so. He still could’ve collected that fellow if he wanted to.” “No, I couldn’t have,” Slate said, finally joining into their discussion. “The rules prevent me from taking more than one soul with me on each monthly flight.”

Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven. "Hanji," it's deep voice called. "Rai," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you for responding to my summons." The Raven only looked at him with it's intimidating crimson eyes and nodded. He was the King of all the Raven Spirits, and he stood 6 feet tall,— his wingspread at about 20 feet wide. Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai.

"Who?" "He, he, he..." She points to the small window and keeps the hysterical repeating. "Who?! Tell his name!" I order. "God. He told me they're devils. Devils, devils, devils..." "This is useless, Roni. Come on." Nancy begs me to leave once more and I sigh. It surely is pointless. The woman is just insane. "They are devils. The water was blessed by God!" Agatha catches my wrist and holds it tight as I was just getting up from the bed. "Devils!" She screams, tightening the grip.

“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

Downer, in the afternoon I read books in the library and in the evening I practice magic until the wee hours of the morning. From what I read in the book, there is knowledge about the 6 Dragons and 6 Spirits overlord magic. At the beginning of the creation of the world, 6 main Spirits and Dragons were created respectively. Spirits have the basic elements of magic such as Water, Fire, Wind, Earth as well as black and white magic. Spirits are placed in parallel worlds because their population increases with the addition of humans. Spirits don't have a physical body, so they don't reproduce nor can they exist in the human world without a physical body.

They moved as one, anticipating each other's moves, countering the Shadow Magus and their minions with unwavering resolve. Amidst the chaos, an ear-shattering roar erupted from the depths of the chamber. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the Spirit of the Sacred Grove materialized—a majestic, ethereal creature with glowing green eyes and a crown of vines adorning its head. "The time has come for balance to be restored," the Spirit's voice echoed throughout the chamber, resonating with a power that commanded attention. "Amelia, Alpha of the Moonfire Pack, and Leo, Alpha of the Sunstrike Pack, join hands and embrace the harmony between your packs."

the spirit of the world thought, glaring at Blue Firebird with anger. "Because you did something foolish! From the start, we knew you were lying. A spirit of the world without a master, living for hundreds of millions of years, isn't something ordinary. Because, as far as I know, wherever they are, even in the upper realms of the world, they must have a master to strengthen their world. But you…" The blue Firebird raised its blue flames again. The intense heat grew more intense for the world spirit, who knew exactly what the blue Firebird was trying to say. A world spirit that should have a master but chose to live without one and create its own world, slowly declining—that was the most terr

I asked, curiously. The leader looked at the four with him. Feeling their indifference, he lowered his voice and explained, “It is said that the old ancestor of the Royal Spirit Empire is a transmogrification of an ancient and mystical, divine beast. Hence, no country dares to wage war against the empire, for fear of the wrath of this old ancestor.

But then a force I don't know how to explain took over me even before she could say anything and I ran out in the rain and uttered in a commanding tone; "My name is Prince Christopher a special being who sees both flesh and spirit, I am the bridge between ghost kingdom and human kingdom and I believe I got some powers so I command thou spirit from the Goddess to Leave now!" Instantly it left. That was the very first time I believed in that adage that says; 'There is power in a spoken word.' But then again, it was still raining and we had to wait for the rain to stop before changing the tire. After which, we took off again.

They kept on looking at me until I was able to understand what they meant, Luna Margaret " They were talking about her. Elijah asked to get in touch with Luna Margaret, though it wasn't a big deal to get them in touch with the spirit leaving inside of me, the problem was; how do I get to summon Luna Margaret?.. Liam had a plan, and it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns but it involved us going into the old Carven and summoning Luna Margaret. Elijah agreed, and so did the rest of them in the office, I wasn't cool with getting my hands and legs tied up, but it was even scarier to have a spirit leaving inside of me.. So later in the evening, Lola accompanied me to the old Carven for the ritual, I