Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

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?"

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'

I pulled myself together and apologized over and over, the man I ran into said in a deep husky voice, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” ———————————— I was about to yell at whoever just ran into me off the elevator until I looked into those exotic green eyes, they reminded me of a storm in the Bahamas I had seen. I cleared my throat and could only get out, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” I felt like an idiot, I should have reprimanded her for not looking where she was going. “I assume you are my new assistant Miss Peters,” I said this a little too sarcastically hoping to seem irritated due to her running into me.

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.”

Brandon begins to say some funny but dangerous words with his hands raised up as the Impulse Moon begins to get more ready. While our master Mikel was laying on the ground like he is not understanding what is about to take place. But the words are actually well banging in his ear even with his fake collapsing spirit can hear that "And with the power restored on me as the commander of the red corps," Brandon said as the Impulse team begins to breathe heavily. They begin to move backward, and that was the moment they saw white energy flying out of a far entrance at a high class speed. So much white energies are flowing all over the bodies of the psyraids, which look shiny that it can blind an

I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Good," he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "VH14 is a drug that was created by your father, as you may or may not know. When injected into the body, the person who receives it will follow the first instruction given to them by the first person they see. They'll see that person as their master, as their God, and will be willing to do anything to please them, even if it means killing themselves."

Regina feels the same, because she purrs as she comes over to lightly lick my cheek before going to a spot on the floor at the end of the bed. We watched as the dragons circled Regina. She began to hum as she started to glow. Asher’s eyes glowed red but sparked gold in rhythm with her hummed tune. Soon the other two dragons started as well. I felt their excitement and love wash over me and the tune reminded me of the ones my mom sang. Cassius said, “This is why we must be here to experience it. They are as much a part of us, as we are of them. They are not only going to express physical intimacy, but spirituality, as well. If you close your eyes, you might see some of the images as they shar