Spirit Object Novels & Stories

And even she felt that it was wasted on a Wraith – a lifeform that stole the life force of other lifeforms. “However, if I am to go by what I saw in the description, my attack must have damaged your Spirt,” Mane frowned and said. By description, an attack on the soul was fatal. Mane attacked the Wraith’s Spirit initially. And the Spirit was a part of a person’s being that was heavily tethered to the soul. And that was why to be a Spiritualist, one had to have a Soul Based bloodline. Since Mane attacked the Wraith’s spirit, her soul should have also been damaged. Which meant that it was likely that the Wraith wasn’t going to have such an easy time reviving if she died again.

I asked, something that had been nagging at me for a long time. Sabrina gave me a wistful smile and said, “Do you believe in angels and spirits?” “Not really,” I said honestly. “Well, some spirits are there to guide you, especially those as pure a soul as your mother. She can leave in reality, but in essence, her spirit will always guide you. And it’s not uncommon that spirits carry some kind of scent or even the scent of the body they incarnated in,” she said. “So even if she has left, she will always be there.”

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

Phoenix sits across from me, his knees touching mine, and I try not to focus on anything else, knowing that I needed to fully commit myself to this process of losing myself so that way I can guide these spirits the way that I need to. I can feel the shift in my body as my spirit separates. It’s a very odd feeling coming out of your body. You can see your physical form and everyone around you and recognize that you’re not there anymore. I breathe out as I look at my hands, my spirits is the same blue-ish white as the other souls, but I have a hint of yellow to myself. I wonder why that is.

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'

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

“He paid dearly for it, but he had an immense gift, and that gift is you. You don't even flinch before me or the idea that I might destroy you; you just face me.” Elijah immediately stood up and faced me, but he is a spirit, and the sylphs laughed. “What's so funny?” I asked briskly. “He's just defending what he loves.” “And that's intriguing, considering you're such a powerful creature, much more powerful than him, but you have no idea,” said the spirit, and Elijah tensed. Be careful of this troublemaking spirit; he is chaos, he is redirected darkness. Don't let him upset you, said Alondra hurriedly.

Porcupines, I hate her. “If you ever change your mind,” she says, “you know where to find me. Just keep in mind, religion is for those who are scared of Hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there.” And what about those who have been to a place worse than Hell? I silently wonder. “I expect a little bit of spirituality can go a long way in our line of work,” she says. “I know it has for me. Anyway, I won’t beat you over the head with it anymore. Goodnight, girlfriend.”

Aurora argued. The man was thinking if he should tell her something that was the reason why he decided not to get Elinor yet. You see, although they came from the clan of witches, The Spirits never really identify themselves to what kind of creature they are. They were not witches, definitely not werewolves, and even more so, they were not vampires. Because they are far superior to any of the creatures mentioned. But it is true that the only thing that can match their strength was the power of a were-witch hybrid.

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.