Spirit Pharaoh Novels & Stories

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?

She only had to call up a couple of Phantom Patrols who could escort these spirits to their reincarnation. Aria's lips barely parted as she spoke the summoning words. Within seconds, a thick wall of fog rolled in from the distance. Two shadowy figures emerged from the fog, each one gripping a soulbreaker rod in their hands. These weapons were specifically designed for dealing with spirits who decided to resist. Any regular arcane priest would have needed to set up an altar, perform complex rituals, prepare expensive offerings, and be respectful when summoning the Phantom Patrols. But Aria hadn't done any of that prep work. She'd simply spoken a few words, and the Phantom Patrols had answered

The exceptions to this rule were of course Elder, Gods, Origin Gods, and Battle Gods. “I am not eager to find out,” Hildegarde stated. “Are you?” she asked sarcastically. “My curiosity wants to know this, but my mind is terrified of the notion of meeting the Reaper. I doubt he or she would be as reasonable as the Watchers.” Mane stated and readjusted himself into a proper meditative pose. Now that he had access to chaos again, he could feed his hungry Spirit. He had cultivated his spirit throughout the years, and it was strong. But it was like an empty shell. Mane had to feed it. Luckily because he only had to feed his Spirit and not work on its growth, he should experience no bottlenecks in

"You mean Thora, Pamela and Oceana, you can't see them anymore. Like they no longer exist? You're unified with no spirit." "Phoenix, there's a new spirit that I saw. She told me her name's Cephina. I asked who she was and where my 3 spirits were. She showed me what happened during the tribulation. My spirits had always told me about the merging of all three forms. Now I know what they meant. They would expend themselves and perform a ritual that fuses them together. Hence forming an entirely new spirit being that possesses their memories and has a name all three chose before the ritual. Why wasn't I aware? Why did they not tell me beforehand? I won't accept it." "Honey..."

“Do you really think this collaboration will ease Emperor Qadeer’s worries? It’s not that simple.” “Of course,” James replied with a smile. “Emperor Qadeer is a cunning and suspicious guy. To ensure he fights Lord Goyo without hesitation, we must completely eliminate his concerns. Being a fisherman in this scenario is not easy.” He suddenly flipped his hands as he spoke. In the distance, the Primordial Spirit of Emperor Yevgen, refined by the Zenthur Rank, lined up in front of him. These refined Primordial Spirits were now immensely stronger, radiating divine and majestic auras.

“He is too early.” Charon of Fury stepped forward beneath Hades, his shadowed figure bowing low. He was tall and thin, with a body shaped like dark smoke, and red cracks glowing along his arms and neck like fiery veins. His face was not human, only a skull-like shape covered by thick black shadows. “Our king,” Charon said, “the Spirit Palace is weak. The barrier is breaking. Your power grows every second.” Hades gave a slow nod. “Good. Then begin the destruction.”

"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.

"She was a vessel, shaped from birth for this moment. Amaya understood what the Original Council refused to see—some consciousness transcends flesh. We are the Pure. The first attempt at phoenix immortality, before the Council's failure." Little Mona's cries intensified, her marks now burning actual holes in Lyra's shirt. The baby was reacting to something we couldn't see, some wrongness beyond the obvious possession. The twins moved closer to Ashley—no, to the Pure—their hollow eyes reflecting nothing. "You're spirits," Cassian said slowly, his tactical mind processing. "Ghosts of the first experiments." "Not ghosts. Patterns. Consciousness without form, waiting centuries for bodies strong

A spiritual entity named Wangari was one of the most powerful spiritual spirits of all time, maintaining the power to defend The Shrine from inevitable threats without containing any divine energy. The power of shrine energy was one of the most reliable forms of spiritual prowess, and Phuture was able to bear witness to that fact with her own eyes. "As a woman with exceptional spiritual prowess... I'm sure you have." Harriet said, standing side by side with Phuture while concentrating to locate The Hooded Demon's true soul. "The Shrine is a spiritual group, where the leader offers their blood, mind, and body to become a spiritual entity. This vessel that you see me now...is just an illusion

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of