Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

“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

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.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

I had always assumed they just somehow knew, and that if they had a problem with something, we would be the first to know and suffer the price for upsetting them. Glancing away from Masika and the Spirits, I once more looked at Max. Any moment now, I’ll need to shatter the protective crystal around him. When that happens, we won’t have long before the Spirits have completely drained the life force from him. I just hope this ritual works, and that the phoenixes haven’t betrayed me. I don't believe they would ever stoop so low, as they have their dignity and pride much like my kind, but there is always that chance.

They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice. She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons. Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set. She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

“I think our enemy is a witch or a vampire.” “And I think it’s a spirit. And she is already here if she is a see. You’re thinking of our enemy as a witch because whoever she is, she has the power to possess someone, but you forget that even souls have the power to do so.” Sophia explained. “I had met the King of the spirit world, Cade Black, and only he has the power to give any spirits a body, and if I’m not wrong, then that spirit must be using someone’s body as a vessel to complete her task.” “And that can be anyone’s body… anyone’s body.”