Spirit Realm Anime Novels & Stories

Making notes of areas that needed additional support. But the environmental damage wasn't even the worst part. I stopped at the edge of a massive crater. Stared down into its depths. At the bottom, something shimmered.A tear in reality itself. The rift.That's what I call it. Selene's power hadn't just destroyed the world. It had ripped open a hole between our world and the spirit realm. And through that hole, they came. Spirit creatures. Drawn to life force like moths to flame. Hungry. Desperate and dangerous.

But the voices of the damned who wished to be freed from the underworld and possess bodies of the living. Méah's vision swirled as though the whole world was melting. The voices filled her head that it felt like it's going to explode. While she was numbed at these, Purple Smoke began her ritual. She stood in front of the black crystal, both hands touching the jar where it was enclosed. She murmured an unknown evil language that made Méah even more dizzy. Méah wished to be dead at this moment. It was making her crazy that she began to smash the back of her head on the wall behind her. But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward.

A gentle and soothingly soft voice invades my mind. "Who are you? Why are you in my mind? What did you do with Sunny!?" I literally scream out loud. I do not want to share such intimacy with a stranger. Whoever she is, she cannot replace my Sunny! I do not care even if she wants to help me. "I am your other spirit. The one who gave you the wings during the battle. I am Seraphim." "Oh dear wolf spirits. not another super being again!" I literally groan out loud.

She screamed at me, trying to let go of my tight grip but I just tighten it more, “Let me go! You crazy Fae!” I laughed at her dryly, “This is what you want right? Then I will give you all the mana in this realm until you explode!” I screamed at her. A very great timing indeed when the spirits that were trapped in this Realm came one by one like shooting stars that fell straight on me, filling me with their spirit magicules, the power that brought life to many living forms. When their body dies, their spirit still possesses mana that can be used again to heal or repair another living being.

Natsumi immediately turned to guard against it but no wind came from Orie's direction, it came from above and pushed her down. As Natsumi struggled to stand up, Orie began walking towards her and spoke. "I wondered why my prayers weren't working on you" "It would stop you for a brief moment then she'd take care of the rest by will power" "After this encounter, I think I finally figured it out" "The reason why my prayers don't work and who you are" "You are Natsumi" "You are not a spirit that is possessing her" "You are not an alternate ego" "You are her innermost desires"

No more wails to be had— The feminine form touches herself and shudders deliciously upon her sculpted throne of mortar and bones. She knows the girl can see other worlds; observing them even as they observe back. Knows the immense threat the girl poses. She stretches and stands, urinates down bare legs. Dripping in exhilaration, this creature’s wildish floor-length hair lifts and swirls about her as she begins her scheming. Holding intercourse with the dead. She calls on something then, calls it forth from some ink-black place into birth, and listens with leering smile as it shrieks out miserably at its own hopeless fate in the darkness of the ruin’s attic above.

She met Gior's eyes, who was still outside the barrier with wide eyes open. 'If it is not Gior, then who is it?' Aesthelia asked in panic. She can't push the arms away due to the fact that she's drained and exhausted. Aesthelia wanted to ask whoever it was, but her jaw almost dropped when her eyes met the spirit in front of her. "I come to greet you, my summoner," the spirit commented with a smile, as he bowed like a royal being. The spirit looks divine, but it's not a wolf; rather, it resembles a human instead. Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title?

He looked super pissed and I swallowed uncomfortably as his glowing amber eyes fell on me and the man I had covered in my gold binds for protection. "No, no, no Skye. That human's soul is supposed to be on its way to its next life," he growled menacingly and I shook my head. "He's my soulmate Rai. We are mates!" He closed his eyes and I could see him clenching his fists.

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

"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.