Spirit Pact Novels & Stories

Deep within the heart of an ancient and mystical forest, the Red Teary Moon Pack found themselves surrounded by towering trees that seemed to reach up and touch the heavens. The air was thick with a magical energy, and a sense of reverence washed over the pack as they entered this sacred realm. As the pack members walked in silence, a soft glow appeared amidst the trees, and the spirits of their ancestors materialized before them. The spirits were ethereal and radiant, their forms shifting and merging with the surrounding nature. Emily, Liam, Sarah, Rachel, and the others felt a mix of awe and familiarity, for it seemed as though they had known these spirits in some distant memory.

“Can you explain what you have just said?” Ava sighed deeply, “Sorry.” She took a deep breath. “This evening, I felt something on the property. So, I spirit walked and found a yellow-eyed demon, who wanted to talk to me. He was warning me about Lucifer and Blackie working with one another in Spokane.”

I swallowed hard and stepped into the circle. “Focus,” the elder said. “This mark will bond you to the pack. You must withstand it. Your spirit must be ready.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The flames danced around me, curling over my feet, over my hands. My heart pounded in my chest, every nerve on fire. I could feel power flowing through the circle, through me, pulling, testing me.

My body started shaking then I felt a tearing sensation around my shoulder blades as more words spilled out without any prodding from me. “I cast this spell into the night, bind these two souls and give them back their light. Goddess, spirits hear my plea. Take what was torn and make it new. What was two will now be one and only by the death of the sun can it be undone.” As I finished speaking, I felt my life force drain into Emrick’s body. The last thing I heard was Scota’s mournful screech as darkness claimed me.

I'm not sure what to call ones spirit, igniting, coming alive in one single touch from him. "Fabrico..." My voice is huskier than I'd imagined it to be. He finally drops his stare and latches his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. I roll my head back feeling my core heating up. His hands professionally unzip my dress, raising it up and away from my body, my breast is exposed and I feel chills run down my spine. We lock eyes and I could see the want behind his eyes. "I heard make-up sex is the best" I mutter with a smile on my face.

The song carried a single message: “We begin again. Not in halves. Not in echoes. But in wholeness.” Around the bloom, the soil cracked open and new saplings rose each carrying a different hue, a different rune, a different tone. Fire bound. Watermarked. Earth-carved. Wind-whispered. The Pact had fractured. Now it branched. Each one tied not by domination… but resonance. The spirits returned in full that night not wild and restless as before, but calm, curious. Some took shape: the deer with glass antlers, the fox woven of flame, the woman made of rain.

Aria spoke to the spirits without fear or unnecessary emotion despite their bloodshot eyes. The elderly spirits waved grandly. "Go ahead, girl. Trust us; we can do our martial arts even when we are dead. If they move, we'll drown them in spit." "Alright. Practitioners from Mount Dracotigris might come. You guys should hide then to avoid getting exorcised." Aria set up a manifestation. When the men in black resisted, she knocked them down. She had already been upset about Sam's disappearance. "Stop moving. Don't waste my time."

"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.

They can breath in the water and when exhaling they let all the chemicals, and co2 that was in the water out. The whole area around them was blue making it difficult to pick out a little girl that had been wearing a pink sundress. I know that may not seem like it makes sense but the color spectrum in the water for spirit users is ROYGBV, meaning they can only see red,blue,yellow,purple, orange, and violet. Every other color is nonexistence in water. Rick looked at his daughter and what he saw scared him, because there wasn't a single ounce of concern in her face or the little girl that went missing. He thought to himself “Does she even care” Glory looked at the man and she didn't seem too h

The other leaders followed and every other Supernatural shot with all their powers into it to destroy it. Tresicta watched with wide eyes as they did that, and Sapphire had her where she wanted her. She punched her in the face, a kick to the back of the head, her neck, her ribs, the back of her neck and then giving her a bear hug and that made her scream. She couldn’t even hold it in.