Spirit Object Novels & Stories

I would have to choose between my own happiness and my pack. “It maybe sounds harsh, but I think you need to understand that the road to power can be lonely,” Spirit said. “I never did it for power and you know that! I don’t want power.” Spirit calmly replied, “I am afraid it is too late for that. You wanted to rise, and you did but with power comes responsibility. Your choices don’t only affect you anymore.”

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

Zephyr sneered. Evil spirits were spiritual bodies composed of sinister and evil energy. What kind of spiritual vessels could devour evil spirits? However, before Zephyr could finish sneering, Sebastian held up the Sky Devouring Bottle and coldly commanded toward the approaching evil spirit, "Devour!" The next moment, Sebastian infused his spiritual energy into the Sky Devouring Bottle. Immediately, the small bottle in his hand erupted with tremendous devouring power. The blood-red evil spirit rushing toward Sebastian instinctively sensed a terrifying presence emanating from the tiny bottle in Sebastian's hand.

She gags on the balcony behind me, "Get him out of your head and focus." "Stop reading my thoughts. What did you find?" "Well, Bruce has his own access to the spirit. He calls his the holy ghost or spirit, while we call ours a spirit guide. It's the same concept, but Bruce thinks he's reaching God." I question, "Can we reach God?" "I'm sure we can, but God requires too much of you. To access Him, you'll have to deny all your help from the other side." My face was in my pillow, but I sat up to ask, "Which is more powerful?"

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

the spirit of the world thought, glaring at Blue Firebird with anger. "Because you did something foolish! From the start, we knew you were lying. A spirit of the world without a master, living for hundreds of millions of years, isn't something ordinary. Because, as far as I know, wherever they are, even in the upper realms of the world, they must have a master to strengthen their world. But you…" The blue Firebird raised its blue flames again. The intense heat grew more intense for the world spirit, who knew exactly what the blue Firebird was trying to say. A world spirit that should have a master but chose to live without one and create its own world, slowly declining—that was the most terr

I began hesitantly, " what exactly is a spirit animal for? I mean, why do we have them?" Merilla stopped and turned to face me with a warm smile. " A spirit animal is more than just a companion, Meara. When someone is born with elemental powers, the Moon Goddess grants them a spirit animal as a lifelong partner. This animal is there to guide them, to help them stay on the right path. As the person’s elemental powers grow and evolve, so does their spirit animal. It changes form, becoming a new animal that better represents the person’s personality and their connection to their element at that point in their life."

"But the gods measure him by how he carries his destiny." She spoke of fate often—not as myth, but as law. That the five of us had one same mate, chosen by something older than time. A woman whose soul had been woven with ours before we were even born. A companion who would carry our light and temper our shadows. And if destiny didn’t bring her to us, we were to find her. Like our fathers did. "If fate doesn’t deliver her," she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign."

“We’re going to pray again.” Alaric “….” He then sighed heavily. At this point, trying to untangle his little brother's madness was pointless. If it works, it works. “Fine,” he muttered. “To who this time?” “A Goddess,” Ron said brightly, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. “A very pretty one. She's the Spirit of Truth and Disenchantment. I believe she can help us.” Alaric’s brows furrowed. “And you know this how?”