Spirit Object Novels & Stories

This also reminded me of my own circumstances-that I should never get close to them, never trust, and always do anything to survive. Yep! and getting a contract with a spirit is one of my ways to avoid death so I shouldn't get so heart broken over this. After resolving my mind, I look couragely at the sight infront of me and suddenly, a light struck to me once again. 'huh? Where am I?" "You're at the spirits' den and I am the god of spirit" A startling voice suddenly popped up to explain where I am. And turns out that it was the god of spirit's voice

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

Or something else entirely. Aside from that, Spirit User was an interesting Skill, letting Chaos contract a Spirit to use Spirit Magic! Or many perhaps. But what was Spirit Magic to begin with? It was intriguing, and the young Chaos was thirsty for knowledge above all things, even more than power, he wanted to learn, and to investigate the worlds, the galaxy, and the universe, and discover all of its secrets. Perhaps this was due to his lack of knowledge and innocence, but he seemed to have an adventurous personality.

Wilbur sensed that the zombie before him was different and could not help but remember the types of zombies he had encountered in the past. Spirit enchantment, like its name, was the process of forcing spiritual energy into a zombie's body through a source to increase its fighting powers. The biggest specialty of this evil sorcery spell was that it gave the zombie an endless source of spiritual energy to take the opponent down, waiting for a crack to appear for the zombie's controller to land the fatal move. This was a useful battle plan against cultivators below Sanctuary level but was hardly anything to someone like Wilbur. Cultivators of Sanctuary level and above were able to regain their

"Not to mention, I'm not too great with surprises." "Really? You seem like the type to get excited about surprises," he mused. "I haven't had many good surprises." I scoffed. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this but what aspect of Spirit does your mum specialise in?" He stared at me in shock. "How did you know my mum was a Spirit user?" "She told me." I replied vaguely for now. "I think she specializes in auras just like Doctor Salvatore." "Well, that explains it."

I suddenly felt alone and bored, and did the only thing that strangely had the ability to cheer me up for the past few months. It was the Spirit Bond, a bond which allowed werewolves to reach out for their long dead family members, and distant relatives. I reached for it as I sometimes do since I heard Beta Maverick explain it to some pack members a few months ago, during one of their numerous visits. But there was no one on the other end of the Spirit bond or even a sign that there was anything there, just like always. As explained by the Beta, the Spirit bond was a communication medium between us and close families who may or may not be close to us at the moment including family members th

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

At least one of us was still hopeful. “It’s called spirit bird,” she said softly. “I found the spell in one of those old journals. The witch who wrote it spent her life studying souls. This little thing is… a piece of mine. Not just magic. Me. It can tag someone by taking a bit of them—hair, blood, skin. Once it has that, it can find them anywhere. Doesn’t matter how far. Doesn’t matter what stands in the way.” She paused, her voice lowering a little.

While the specifics of spiritism can vary depending on the tradition or culture in which it is practiced, there are certain common elements that are typically involved. One of the key aspects of spiritism is the use of a dead body as a focus for the spell. In order to perform a spiritisic spell, the practitioner typically needs access to a corpse, either fresh or preserved and the warriors body was a bit fresh which was good, the spell will be able to work. The body is used as a vessel through which the practitioner can communicate with the deceased, gain insight into their life or death, or even control their actions.