Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

"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.

The Spirit giggled “I know. But he and you differ in ways that are beneficial to me. Unlike you, he will be easier to control, and he looks like fun. He wants to see this world burn, and well, so do I. Once he overuses my power, which he will, his body will be mine completely.” Diego said nothing, she knew that to be the truth for a fact. Diego had unwillingly used the Black Spirits powers maybe once or twice before. She hated that power because it made her feel like a monster. The Spirit used Diego’s rampages as a window to control her and cause destruction. “So, do us both a favour and sit down and be humble” the Spirit said happily. “Your death is my key out of this pathetic body of yours

“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.

She chuckled, “He needs to be taught a lesson one that only you can do that, because he is less concerned about the company or throne than he is with you, he loves you” My eyes widen as I sucked in a harsh breath, “No!” I exclaimed. That is impossible. Sage is too inhumane and ruthless, he doesn’t even have the heart, to begin with, I am very sure he made a deal with the devil. “I know my son, He lost his spark even more than he did when She left him when you had gone. Lyra you bring out the wolf in him and keep him on the edge” She explains, “The way he looks at you, I don’t need to say more”

"God, I'm not good at this..." "What?" I asked. He laughed nervously. "I'm apologizing for referring to you as pleasure." I took a deep breath. "Hear me out." he said. "I'm used to this being a one-man show and... I need to accept that it's not any longer. You are not ornamental or merely here for my pleasure. You are here to help run a pack-to be a Luna-and it's time I started treating you as such." Adam grabbed my hands. "Can you forgive me?"

“What you mean, because of us, what did we do to anger the heavens towards Blake?” Seeing the concern on her face, Gerold got the confirmation he needed. “It’s because you are the Spirit Sprite, Tabith, Tabby, and Sylvia are the Spirit Vessels, and all four of you will be for Blake’s cultivation, and the heavens are jealous of him. There is a price to go against the heavens, and Blake will bear it for you four.” Gerold explained to Claire.

“This has never happened in the history of the temple. The Founders... they gave their blessing. I can feel it. But that doesn't make me any less worried.” “I’m worried too,” Siron admitted honestly. “But this is better than the alternative. Better than being hunted by a curse until I die some pathetic death.” Kit stared at him. “So... those spirits... they’re still here? In... inside you?” Siron nodded slowly. “They are... present. But they don’t control me. It’s hard to explain.” “Let me explain it,” Morat growled. Before Siron could stop him, a familiar cold sensation flowed down his arm. A faint blue mist began to form into the figure of a tall, dark-haired man beside him, Morat’s handso

, she explained to them as Marcellus also noticed it. "But what vampire, we don't have any issues with any vampire", Marcellus stated, rubbing his hair. "Let me do a spell of spiritism to find out what happened", Morgana told them softly. "What does that mean?", Alex asked her. Morgana explained that the spell of spiritism is a type of magic that involves communicating with or manipulating the dead. It is a practice that has been found in many different cultures throughout history and is often associated with magic . While the specifics of spiritism can vary depending on the tradition or culture in which it is practiced, there are certain common elements that are typically involved.

J uttered emptily. Another most ferocious cries left out from the spirit mouth as her body explooded in dust as she disappears for eternity. This time around, it was Sattierre who cried ferociously for she felt her other half soul left her body unknowingly. The shadow spirit is a part of Sattierre entirety being. Now that its gone, Sattierre's feared ability is no more. For she is not the true powerful spirit that lived. Not even Spirious Assuriel for in the prophecy that's been written ancient of ancient era ago, a new spirit will be born who held the true power. A true king of the purer of pure blood. The heir of mythacierre.

Prince Zaeius was now holding his tears back. "Really?" Mon said between his breath. "I don't remember you..." 'Black Owl spirit has completed his redemption. The curse has been lifted. You can now proceed into reincarnation.' A smile formed on Mon's face when he heard the announcement from the above. And then, those were Mon's last words. His hair and beard turned white and his face became more wrinkled than before. He aged like a thousand year old. Prince Zaeius caught a glimpse of his eyes turned into blue before he closed them.