Spirit Pharaoh Novels & Stories

Am-Heh's voice, rich and sultry, pulsated through its mind. ' O shabti, allotted to me, if I be summoned or if I be detailed to do any work which has to be done in the realm of the living, if indeed any obstacles are implanted for you therewith as a man at his duties, you shall detail yourself for me on every occasion of making arable the fields, of flooding the banks or of conveying sand from east to west; I am visionary and fearless … I am powerful – I call and summon you.' From the bowels of the earth, three spirits heard. Up they rose, one by one, to stand before the God.

And I don't want to remember it like that. -Azael, Kya says he was talking to her and she felt Scott squeeze her hand. -He says almost in a whisper. -They are nervous impulses because your extremities no longer feel anything, Lailah. Scott is getting closer to death. We both turn to see how Kya grabs his hand. She is telling him things like to do it again, but he does not respond. It's fucking shit. -I can't keep seeing this. -I indicated to Lailah.- We have to disconnect it now. Get Kya out of here, or he won't take it.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Aslan said excitedly. Philip tossed the flag to Aslan, waiting to see how he was going to torment that spirit. After coming into contact with the other party, Philip quickly determined its identity. It was a vengeful spirit. He had no idea where it came from, but it was very spooky. “Who are you? Why do you have such a thing?” the spirit roared, and it seemed as if it could not wait to devour Aslan and Philip. Philip was not a pushover. Anyone who tried to kill him was fair game, not to mention such a spooky thing.

She asked Zayn who was looking outside the window. *.... "You need to open your eyes. Look at me. You can't die like this. You wanted to lead this pack." Hyun shook the dead person but she was long gone. His eyes turned red as a sword appeared in his hand. "F r o m... n o w... o n. E v e r y.... s p i r i t, ...o f... a n y... l e v e l,

There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it. With an extraordinary speed - or was it magic? - it disappeared from the opened coffin and was now hovering just above her head. She gasped at the sight of it now as she still couldn't get her eyes of it. Its... its lower part was just... fog. The dark miasmatic kind. Fading black miasma was still coming out and circulating round it. The head that had no organs earlier now had a pair of bright red eyes and a mouth line that had started to crack open since it started hovering above her. The mouth line finally cracked open and her vision welcomed a set of black fang-like teeth and a black snake-like t

He was quite shocked. At night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't shake off the memories of the previous day's experiences. The whole night, he kept replaying the scenes in his mind, trying to make sense of the strange occurrences. He tried to think more reasonably, to rationalize what had happened, but his mind refused to settle. The images of the hawk, the snake, and the eerie sound lingered, haunting him. At last, when he woke up, he didn't share his turmoil with anybody, hoping that the morning light would dispel the darkness of his thoughts. But the visions persisted, refusing to be exorcised.

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

I tell her, she shakes her head and leans forward, revealing new information about the spirit fish. “Troy is the breath of Hades. Each spirit fish are part of only one God or Goddess, never two,” she reveals, “and judging by that mark, you must be a Seress.” “Seress? What is that?” I ask, she raises a surprised brow and observes me closely. Even so, I’ve never heard that word before, but it feels familiar to me. Should I already know what it is?