Spirit Object Novels & Stories

"I knew that I shouldn't have bonded with you, all those dreams I have were because of you. And now this?'' Riviera waves her hand around her dirty bathroom. Her wolf sighs, ''think child, can you even see it in my mind that me or you? Better yet, we went on some rampage. No, I don't know what type of wolf you take me for.'' Riviera sits on the bathroom floor thinking. "But all those images that you showed me, all those things you have told me to do.'' "I never appeared to you in any dream.'' He replies. "Why are you even a man? Shouldn't I have gotten a female wolf since I'm female?'' ''I'm a spirit, spirits do not transcend as humans do. When your body dies we simply find the next await po

Seeing that she can summon succubus demons, yet can also control monsters with holy energy, she's neither a demon or an angel, then it is only logical that she's a spirit… Ah, this is bad…. It is a common conception that every creation holds a part of God, thus contains a Spirit. What I am afraid of is that I hardly know anything about them aside from having the strongest connection to God amongst all creation. They are basically a pure essence of God, like how my race is a pure essence of Father's seed. I need to think this through, being a spirit means she is as strong as the highest ranked Seraphim that were able to seal my body. I cannot fight her at my level right now.

NIRVANA “Be serious, Nirvana,” the female wolf spirit just said my name. “Wait. How do you know me?” I felt goosebumps erupt all over my body. “You died by a dark magic and brought back to life by magic. Your soul has been saved. You are pure and chosen to have an animal spirit to protect you, guide you, and help you protect the people you care about from the evil that walks on earth, but you must never abuse it.”

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

That his body wears out quickly and that there is no remedy for the evil that afflicts him. I move my hand a short distance over his body without touching him, checking his critical status with my senses. — It is not your body that has been poisoned, my Lord. It is your spirit. It’s been poisoned by your lust for power. Your body and your spirit fight and the latter has begun to leave the world of the living, that is why you struggle between the flames of the Underworld and the calm waters of the Elysium. —I can't die now. Damn it! I still have a lot to do. - He mutters, grinding his teeth.

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners. The pack members listened intently, their faces etched with empathy and understanding. They realized that the spirit was a lost soul, trapped in a realm between the living and the dead, seeking retribution for the injustices it had endured. As the spirit's story unfolded, Alpha Leori's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and compassion. He approached the invisible presence, extending a hand in an offering of peace. "Spirit, I cannot change the past, but together we can shape the future. Release your hold on vengean

I dragged myself to the door, every muscle screaming in protest. Soren was standing there with coffee and croissants. "Breakfast," he shoved the bag into my hands. "Even the dying need energy, right?" I stared at him. "What are you doing?" "Since you're so determined to die," his smile was icy, "I'll help you. Today, we pick out your Spirit Stone." A Spirit Stone. A sacred stone used to house the spiritual energy of a powerful wolf after death. Only wolves on the verge of death needed one.

“No.” “It hasn’t ever happened before that I know of, but after our brother, Yeshua, ascended into the Realm of Souls, those same ones vowed to keep any of us repeating his act of example for us. He was there in Atlantis with us and came back many times to help us learn to help ourselves. These others are just fakes. They are quite weak.” She giggled. “What is it?” “I really want Joseph right now.” “I’ll call him. I agree. He can give you lots of his energy about now.” Winona smiled. “I miss my husband in times like this.”

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?