Spirit Object Novels & Stories

"It was just that she should be buried according to the customs of her people." Tears sway from the corners of Orchid's eyes and then fall down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water from the falls. "Poor Sara," she sighs. "Don't be sad," I tell her. "Your friend isn't gone. Nobody's really gone, just like nobody's really here. She's just returned to her place in the Source. See…" With the knuckle of my fingers, I catch a drop of tear on her chin. “We say that a spirit is like a drop of water from a wave in the sea. For a while, he separates himself and believes he is an individual. For an instant it will glisten in the sun, but eventually it will fall. That's not a bad thing. It is good

It continued in a hazy voice, "Someone said she's in this hotel. I've searched relentlessly, but there's no sign of her." Aria's gaze darkened. "Who told you she was here?" "My husband," the spirit rasped. "He said Rainbow was here and there was no need to look elsewhere because she'll be home soon." In essence, a spirit was a fragment of a person's memory, often a painful one, that tethered consciousness to the earthly realm. This attachment caused it to be entrapped in an Earthbound Manifestation. "What else did he say?" Aria asked, seizing the last bit of time.

“It’s hot as hell.” “What is it?” She asked. “It’s a Spirit Sphere,” she said. “The name sucks, but the meaning behind it, it makes sense. A Spirit Sphere holds the emotions, auras, and energy of a person. This is my energy. Bright, overpowering.” I nodded, knowing she could see the outline of my gestures with her spirit ball. “That sounds like you,” I said, criss crossing my short legs in front of me. “Do you want to see yours?” I blinked, knowing that I was not in the best head space, but I was curious. She stepped closer to me, not taking a seat on the mattress covered in this pink fluff. The ball slowly darkens, turning a storm gray.

He communed with the elemental spirits whose favour granted him some amazing abilities. The priest gill, explained to him that Davis' magic was arcane, Montgaff's elemental, and his Devine. Device magic is bestowed by a Godspirit. A Godspirit is a individualization of an aspect of what priests called the Great Spirit. The great spirit encompassed everything, and being so vast, it used God spirits as its many faces. Sofux was the face of order, Mar, the face of fertility and so on.

Spirit's Watch Sarah floated in a strange space between consciousness and darkness, able to see her family but unable to reach them. Her spirit ached as she watched Matthew break down again, his hands trembling as he poured more healing into her still body. He was shaking bad at this point, but he refused to stop.

Spirit creation! It was a metamorphosis in one’s spirit, a metamorphosis in one’s type. It was a change that occurred when one’s spirit reached a certain level, and turned into a metamorphosis. A creation that occurs as everything is made anew. Zephyr’s Spirit Realm was now a realm that was solid and grounded, a realm where his spirit’s potency had maximized itself. Despite that, his energy flow suffered no quandaries. In fact, it hastened to compete.

“Oh?” Pru pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the page and read it aloud. “Spirit magic is a blessing and a curse. We can give people the chance to say goodbye to a loved one, but every second we give to the deceased, it will be taken from the living. We can not change the fate of the dead. We can guide souls and even control them, but they do not belong on this earth once they have passed.” Pru paused to catch her breath before continuing. “It is our job to maintain the harmony of nature, and we cannot play God. Whenever one tries to change to the path that fate has carved out, calamity will be sure to come to fruition.”

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

Patricia said. “Then what? How do I know it worked?” I asked. “That’s the tricky part. Spirit can manifest in many different forms. It can be as simple as affecting someone’s mood or as complicated as coaxing a person’s soul to leave their body. Not exactly killing them, if you tell their soul to go back in time.” Rowan said. “Why don’t we just work on changing someone’s mood. Just don’t do it to Aria. Her powers may lash out, even if you are trying to make her happy.” Patricia said smiling at Aria.

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.