Spirit Object Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Alpha Burst spoke softly, "there's always a sense of mystery surrounding your abilities. Can you shed some light on the timeless nature of your spirit?" With a serene expression, Luna delved into an explanation that transcended the boundaries of ordinary existence. "Alpha Burst, my spirit is entwined with the essence of time itself. I can observe the ebb and flow of centuries, witnessing the evolution of magical realms and the harmonious dance of life."

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

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.

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-.”

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.