Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

It is calm and gentle but its nature changes quickly. They feel a surge of energy leaving their body. The spell drains them as Mary’s incantations deafen their ears. A bolt of lightning flashes in the sky. “…you will lose your immortality,” the words ring in Samuel’s ears. A white light hits Samuel like a bolt of lightning. A strange voice whispers to him, “What will you give me to see her again?”. “What do you want?” Samuel asks, “Give me that which makes you invulnerable. Give me your immortality,” the strange voice says.

A mutt sitting on the throne of magic. Unacceptable! I would never allow it. “This world rots,” I whispered, standing from my throne. My robes of dark crimson and smoke fluttered around me. “When abominations are crowned heroes, rot follows.” The spirits stirred restlessly, the massive stone chamber echoing with their whispers. They had followed me for generations, bound to my command. Slowly, reluctantly… they turned their attention toward the image of Lyra shimmering above the pool. “She is strong,” one spirit rasped.

Performing such a sacred pilgrimage alongside his mother felt like a blessing beyond words; she had truly needed his companionship on that holy journey. Then, by a strange twist of fate and good luck, Vicky heard the news of Samson and Jennifer’s engagement. He smiled quietly, without a trace of bitterness. When his sister Rita mentioned it, Vicky simply replied, “Yes, I already knew it.” It were deeply comforting moments when Vicky heard the news. He felt no surprise, for he had already surrendered everything to God in Makkah. This time, he carried no doubt in his heart — it was the first prayer he truly believed had been answered. He thanked to Allah Almighty.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

"And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..." She sat on the bed again and continued. "Knowing that the customs will never allow such." "It is the same customs which states that Sporge, as the hunter of honor lives and associates with spirits and supernatural beings. Now, the spirit has given Sporge a daughter; and you, the Duchess of Nutusel believes the customs would want me to send her out of the village?" She sat slightly for a while, then stood and walked to a single-seater metal chair padded with foam. She sat on the hand of the chair.

Seeing that she can summon succubus demons, yet can also control monsters with holy energy, she's neither a demon or an angel, then it is only logical that she's a spirit… Ah, this is bad…. It is a common conception that every creation holds a part of God, thus contains a Spirit. What I am afraid of is that I hardly know anything about them aside from having the strongest connection to God amongst all creation. They are basically a pure essence of God, like how my race is a pure essence of Father's seed. I need to think this through, being a spirit means she is as strong as the highest ranked Seraphim that were able to seal my body. I cannot fight her at my level right now.

the spirit says. Amalie blinks and stares at the sandwich in her hand. “What…I…shit…did I pass out or something?” “In a way,” I reply. I caress her face with my eyes. She’s magnificent. Goddess help me, I want to kiss her so badly. “Your spirit manifested.” “What?” “Her name is Edira.” “I don’t understand. Why can’t I feel it when it happens?”

A cheer rippled, then fell into a steady low of guarded relief. I turned then to Elder Bram. He nodded and stepped forward with a staff that looked dull in the sun but carried the command of long years. Bram's voice was smaller than mine but it cut like a well-honed blade. “People of Fordge,” Bram began, “for too long we have huddled behind our charms and dismissed the deeper schemes of the Spirit World. We have believed that spirits are other to us — that their ways do not come close to kingship or blood. They are wrong. The Spirit World has reached down into our teat. It feeds on our fears and grows fat on our lies.”

And her voice was returned to her. “Speak,” Mane ordered simply. He needed to break into the Nobility Realm, and felt like he had indulged in this conversation long enough. “I can give you my Spirit Mark,” the Wraith replied quickly. Her eyes were filled with hope when she said this. “Spirit Mark? I thought only Battle Beasts could do that?” Mane was surprised by her reply. A Spirit Mark was a sign of loyalty that Battle and Magical Beasts could hand over to their owners. It was basically like a Soul Contract, but for animals. And it had more stringent rules. Mane was resistant to it slightly because he didn’t dare draw up such a restrictive contract with either Silver or Sasha. But those tw

But this druid, unfortunately, broke one of those rules. He had fallen in love with a human woman, a young woman he encountered in the forest every day. He knew he should not approach her, that his love was forbidden, but it was inevitable. The woman had seen him by accident, and after years of secret meetings, he could no longer bear the idea of losing her. The druid made a decision: he chose to leave his world and run away with her. He knew that by doing so, the entire supernatural kingdom would reject him. However, his love was so strong that he didn’t care about the price.