Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

" A chill ran down my spine. I finally understood why the women who were sent to the divine tree always returned to the village in a daze. They didn't participate in a ceremony that was meant to appease a god. Instead, they were sexually assaulted by this gang of beasts! I struggled wildly, but the concoction had stripped me of my strength. My resistance was basically nonexistent to them. "Get away from me!" Isaac grabbed my chin with his callused hand. He licked his chapped lips before saying, "Drop the act. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you? You were moving so enthusiastically in the hall earlier. No one will believe you even if you pretend to be chaste now."

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

more he did not know. Realistically, she had looked too comfortable pretending to be human for it to be an external party that dosed her; even the sheer gall she had to run from him hinted at her desperation to escape him, yet… that couldn’t be it. That shouldn’t be it; she shouldn’t have been taking toxins to stunt her abilities, abilities that would solidify her position in the pack…in any pack. “What other abilities does a spirit born have?” “Textbook wise, high regeneration, high purification and some mention seer abilities, like they can peer into the future through dreams, but it is not-.”

Stoic motioned his hands with emphasize, “Your father is really lucky to have her. And to tell you, you look exactly just like her. I just didn’t notice earlier because my mind is clouded with anger and frustration.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, before finally having the courage to ask him. “What is her power?” Stoic smiled, it wasn’t creepy or what. But a smile of hope. I glance at Adolf who’s silent the whole time. He’s just waiting for him to tell us exactly what’s this power they are talking about. “It’s called the ‘Vanquisher Spirit’.” he whispered, as if it’s forbidden to be heard by anyone here. “It’s a kind of power that can anyone lose their strength and power. And when I say

I began hesitantly, " what exactly is a spirit animal for? I mean, why do we have them?" Merilla stopped and turned to face me with a warm smile. " A spirit animal is more than just a companion, Meara. When someone is born with elemental powers, the Moon Goddess grants them a spirit animal as a lifelong partner. This animal is there to guide them, to help them stay on the right path. As the person’s elemental powers grow and evolve, so does their spirit animal. It changes form, becoming a new animal that better represents the person’s personality and their connection to their element at that point in their life."

Pregnant women are more prone to fall prey to their emotions. I clenched my hands into fists and looked around. The sky was back to normal now that Sabrina had stopped chanting the spell, and the sun was blazing brightly, casting its heat upon us. Even though I have not shifted yet, I know my other spirit animal is a phoenix which has great magic that is associated with the sun. I can use the sun to force that power out. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I know that I want to save Emilio, and I will.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

Which vividly showed how Mario’s men and women (gangs no longer discriminate although women are scarce) could be seen with their emblem of a falcon on their denim jackets. As my two loyalist and trusted members enter my office I’m abruptly removed from my thoughts. “James, Zack,” I say monotonously as I nod in acknowledgement. I’m behind my large oak desk watching the security cameras of the back door for any sign of Sphinx. James glances at my maroon suit and raises his dark eyebrows. “Sphinx needed to see something distinct to trust us, like... oh he’s here, see.” I say turning the monitor towards them. “He said he would wear something distinct to be able to differentiate between a regular

It felt like my soul was tearing apart. "I understand," I said quietly, though my voice broke. "But it does not change how much I love you." Paris took a slow, painful breath. Her eyes filled with sadness. "Even if we tried to accept each other, we cannot be together. I am a Spiritborn, Vincent. Born from the divine blood of Zara, I am half mortal, half pure light wrapped in flesh." She paused, her weak hand reaching for mine. "And you... you are a demon wolf. Born from darkness and fury, cursed by the gods"