Spirit Ocs Novels & Stories

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

He went about the whole thing the wrong way, and it would take a while for us to be able to trust him. We had a day to go before we all set out for the luna eclipse pack. We had agreed that the spirit wolf pack would be the best place to face Glover. He was a spirit wolf problem that spilt over to our world. They had stronger wolves there. Sam, Sylvester, Christian and I wouldn't be doing the heavy lifting there. They had been informed, and they were waiting for us.

Jessa POV I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to cry. My hands clenched, my breathing coming in quick gasps as I fought to control my emotions. I’d come near the dark woods a few times before. The spirits that lived here were twisted, ugly creatures that fed on strong emotion. They scared people just to devour their screams. I’d seen it before, when the spirits in the forest told me about a cruel prank the middle school students had played on an Omega. I’d arrived just in time to see a dark spirit with glowing red eyes start to drag the girl into the dark woods.

“Hello, mate. Nice to meet you. I’m Pamela.” “Nice to meet you too, Pamela. You must be Lavana’s wolf spirit?” “Yeah. I’ll let you meet with the others. They are super anxious for this chance.” “Okay. Take care.” “Mmm!” Lavana’s eyes closed again and then re-opened. This time her eyes were glowing orange. “Hello, Phoenix.” He saw the voice had changed too. “Hello. What’s your name?” “I’m named Oceana.” “Oceana. You’ve got a beautiful name. You are her other spirit?”

- The flame above his neck started to spinning until forming a little spiral, reaching a stalemate. -Mind blade!- A blue slash similar to the wolf's formed from the spiral and shot towards the head. It screamed and tried to do the same, but David evaded it with ease. After a couple of seconds, a blue fire emerged from it, and David absorbed it. [Ghost consumed.] [+25 XP] [spiritual force]: 20 (+2) -Huff...that was unexpectedly hard- he was going to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but he had neither of those, so it was just an awkward move that he hoped no one saw.

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.

Souls—thousands—twisting upward in luminous vines. Then came the shadows. They moved at the edge of sight—thin silhouettes flickering in and out of the lightstream. The corrupted remnants of lost reapers, stripped of will, wandering the current in endless hunger. “Specters,” whispered one of the squad. Soreth lifted his scythe. “Form up. No hesitation.” The first specter lunged, shrieking—a blur of black and silver teeth. The strike team moved as one, blades slicing through the air in arcs of white flame. Light scattered like glass dust as the creature dissolved, only for three more to take its place.

It wasn’t there. The doctor’s words cut through my skull. Your strength will decrease as your omega percentile rises. The guy holding me smiled, as he felt me tilt beneath his strength. I reached for the bottle of whiskey and smashed it into his head. A loud cry and blood were everywhere, mixing with the whiskey on the floor. “What the hell is going on?” The manager stormed in, his eyes met mine, and it was as though he knew me. He froze. “Mr. Rivers?” Everyone froze. The Alphas, Betas, Omegas. Of course, it was a popular business name.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.