Spirit Ocs Novels & Stories

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

Troy asked. “This generation it’s Stryxx and Dove. Last generation it was Shyfter and Anaki. Our OG generation was Kurgi and Skye. That makes 3 different, distinct wolf spirits inside of Rei! Every thing I need him to accomplish he does it without questions. There is no better human.” Dove smiled. “I will agree to sit with you, be candid and honest with you about Briar, Kitsune, and I, you let Briar live, and punish me as you see fit.” Troy offered.

Brandon begins to say some funny but dangerous words with his hands raised up as the Impulse Moon begins to get more ready. While our master Mikel was laying on the ground like he is not understanding what is about to take place. But the words are actually well banging in his ear even with his fake collapsing spirit can hear that "And with the power restored on me as the commander of the red corps," Brandon said as the Impulse team begins to breathe heavily. They begin to move backward, and that was the moment they saw white energy flying out of a far entrance at a high class speed. So much white energies are flowing all over the bodies of the psyraids, which look shiny that it can blind an

To get the right ambiance going. I hear the overlapping wispy voices of the Spirits, "They're here," "Here!" "They are coming," "Coming!" "Powerful these ones," "These ones!" "Stronger," "Stronger than the last!" "Last!" "The Strongest I've felt so far!" "They don't know," "Don't know their potential," "No not yet!" "But it's there inside," "Inside of them," "I feel it, pulsating from their very core!" "Yes, it's there!" "I feel it too, it's powerful!" "It has the potential for great light," "Or great darkness!" "Send them," "Yes, send them to Lucia!" "Yes, Lucia and Edvard are powerful enough to handle these ones!" "YES!" They all yell together.

“Is this something worth getting so pleased over? Youʼre no more than a sword spirit that belonged to the Waitara Path at the moment.” “Iʼm not a sword spirit. Iʼm a soul spirit,” the demonic James replied unhurriedly, “The soul spirit is required for the awakening of my Soremsia. In fact, it is the most crucial part of the awakening.” “Which soul spirit are you?” James asked. The demonic James responded, “You got it wrong. Thereʼs only one soul spirit, and we are practically indestructible. “You wonʼt be able to kill me. Only the Nine Caeloros Gods could do that if they exited the Xyrisia Gate and came after me themselves.

Their eyes held a deep knowing, as if they could see into the depths of our souls. "Why have you come?" one of the ocean spirits asked, their voice a gentle hum. "We seek the essence of water," I said, my voice clear despite the ocean's waves. The ocean spirits considered us for a moment. "Prove to us that you are worthy. Show us the strength of your unity." Once more, we joined our powers together, this time combining the elements of fire, earth, air, and darkness. The display of elemental unity was magnificent, and the ocean spirits nodded in approval.

That was until his voice infiltrated my mind. ‘My name is Osric. I am here to fight for you…with you. If you will allow it.’ Storm inhaled slowly, deliberately. She felt the darkness in him, an abyss full of sin, pain, and centuries of bloodshed. It clung to him, whispering, writhing, eager to drag him back into the bottom of that abyss. But beneath it, beneath the ruin, that little ember glowed again. It was heartbeat of light. A spark begging to rise. This was the first hint of redemption. My wolf knew it. I knew it. And he knew it.

“I am sorry Osiris. I asked our gamma for some extra training, so I would feel more confident when I am by myself. But he offered Noah as my teacher.” Osiris sounded annoyed, “I don’t want you near him.” I was almost getting offended, having Osiris make decisions for me even though he wasn’t even here. But I knew how much he was going through right now. “It’s harmless. I can handle myself. Besides Brooke beat him in a sparring match, so he knows not to try anything with me.” “He better not. He shouldn’t even be looking your way.” “Os? Are you jealous? Shouldn’t you focus on getting ready for war?”

“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?”

Normally, the voice would come immediately, guiding her. Where are you? What should I do? Oscar's eyes narrowed. His expression changed, seemed uncertain. "What are you doing?" Era did not understand. "What do you mean?" Oscar could not explain his meaning either. He saw Era's eyes fixed on him and he realized that there was something unusual there. There was something like a magnet that made him want to keep staring. "That's her wolf spirit, Alpha." Oscar was stunned and his steps stopped instantly. He blinked, only then realizing that he had lost control for a few moments.