Spirit Pharaoh Novels & Stories

“Come closer Phoenix.” Phoenix stumbled forward. “What are you doing?” “What I have waited to do for years.” She held Phoenix’s hand and made a cut in her palm. “I am making more loyal subjects for you. The Drakus has waited years for your birth, only you can revive the Drakus clan.” She squeezed some blood from Phoenix’s hand into her palm and did the same for the pale dragon. As soon as the two drops of blood mixed a bright light shone from Patry’s hand. There was a deep groan that sounded like the earth was rumbling. The foundation of the temple shook loudly. Suddenly the Goyre’s throne tilted. As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes.

"The spirit wolf did not take the sorcerer's findings well. He believed he was scammed. He looked for and found the wolves that had sold me to him. They too claimed they had bought me from someone, who also claimed to have bought me from someone. The chain was so long that it was clear that the person that had arranged for my kidnap did not want to be found or linked to the event. He was lucky because the spirit wolf killed a lot of them before he finally stopped searching. My original captor had distanced himself from it completely. Having spent so much to acquire me he didn't want to be rid of me easily, so I worked as his servant in his pack." " What is the name of this pack?" I interrupt

He had seen Bo ahead of them and there was only one person that he's trying to find right now. Just then, a white smoke came to him. It circled around him, hugging him as though it was longing for him. It danced in his ears and he heard Ferlah's cold voice saying his name. After this, the white smoke guided him back into the battlefield. Prince Zaeius called him but it was like he was under a spell. He just let the white smoke led him away. There was nothing left where Ferlah stood but a small, crystal clear marble filled with a white lightning strikes and white smoke inside. It was her soul power.

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

Veronica questioned and Sarah nodded as an answer before she stared at me. "Yes, then it came over me that she might have conspired with Zymir to overthrow me seventeen years ago. In the first place, I told her about Sage because I trusted her so much as the advisor of our pack for so many centuries. I didn't know that she would be my tragedy." "So it's true that she's an immortal," Magnus said, letting out an anxious sigh. "Do you know who she is truly?" Sarah turned her attention to him with a grim look. "She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion."

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

said the man named Enphinius. “Master is impatient, we don't have time. Master needs Watson Layer by the day after tomorrow and we need to get him back on time.” Pacular with a cold face looked at Vivian, seemingly sensing a different energy from her. “Too much danger if we wait, Enphinius. Owner has sensed that Hector's energy has disappeared. I wonder if the gods of Olympus found out that Hector is the second spirit born from the River Styx, but it doesn't benefit the master at all."

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.