Spirit Riding Free Book Novels & Stories

Diego just sat there contemplating and drowning in her sorrows. "You could've saved him" the Spirit whispered, "instead you stood there like a scared little mouse. But thats what you're good at aren't you? Asking people to die for you" she then laughed, "the privileges of being royalty right?" "I didnt know what to do" Diego replied. "You should've came to me...." smiled the blue woman, "you like how my power tastes don't you? It fits you like a dress" "It does doesn't it?" Diego was being hypnotized by the Spirits aura. She walked to the spirit like a zombie, the spirit reached out her hand at Diegos face then felt her smooth skin while smiling. "I want more...."

“Repeat with me: 'Spirit, mind, I desire to set free, From the body, my soul, I launch to be. Beyond the flesh, I'll explore without fear, Hidden mysteries, on the journey that's dear. Astrum me ducat, arcana videbo, Volare sine corpore, per caelum et terram, Oculis veneficae, intellegam, In magia astrali, mea essentia in actu.'” I repeated Denver's words, and upon opening my eyes, I found myself in a house shrouded in darkness. “But what?” I walked around, looking around. “Where am I?” I stretched out my hands and noticed that my body felt like a spirit—a strange and somewhat empty sensation. I entered the house, driven by curiosity, and could hear a heated argument between two women. Furth

she pleaded with them. An evil laugh left my mouth. "stupid little pixy Blair is gone. You are too weak." Pearl let go of my hands, letting out a loud sigh and returning to her chair. I could see that she was starting to lose faith that she would be able to help me, and I didn't blame her for that. I was beginning to give up to letting the spirits overtake me, slowly killing my spirit. Seb returned with the book, giving it to Pearl, who started reading it immediately.

The magic of connection. She felt them. Hundreds of souls, bound against their will. She whispered to them, sending a silent promise through the energy between them: You don’t have to fight anymore. You are free. A ripple of warmth spread through the air. The souls stirred, and then—one by one—they began to break away. Amelia let out a scream of pure agony as the energy was torn from her. Her body convulsed, her power fracturing like shattered glass. “No! No, you belong to me!” she screeched, clawing at the air, trying to hold on to the spirits slipping from her grasp.

He still loved his old master regardless of the new life that he has been leading. Zephyr’s nerves calmed, his breathing slowed, and before long, he felt his spirit connecting with it. ‘What? What is this?’ Zephyr thought, as he appeared within his mind’s eye — the Spirit Realm. He was pleasantly surprised, he thought he needed to retrain his spirit's potency, and yet, his spirit flowed with much vigor within him. ‘Such vigor, it must have carried over from my past life and merged with this one, now it's becoming much stronger!’ Zephyr thought. “Seeing this sea of strength, I must be a three-stared medicine man!” Zephyr was ecstatic.

Phoenix sits across from me, his knees touching mine, and I try not to focus on anything else, knowing that I needed to fully commit myself to this process of losing myself so that way I can guide these spirits the way that I need to. I can feel the shift in my body as my spirit separates. It’s a very odd feeling coming out of your body. You can see your physical form and everyone around you and recognize that you’re not there anymore. I breathe out as I look at my hands, my spirits is the same blue-ish white as the other souls, but I have a hint of yellow to myself. I wonder why that is.

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

Agnes began a chant behind them, her voice steady, though her hands trembled. The spirits hit like a storm. One lunged for Selene—jaw wide, eyes weeping shadow. She moved on instinct, raising her hand. The spirit froze midair, wrapped in silvery strands of light that pulled it back, gently, into the earth. “I don’t want to fight you,” she whispered. “But I will free you.” Another came. Then another. Each one she redirected, not with violence—but memory. With the truth of their names. Each time she called a name aloud, the spirit shuddered and dispersed, released from the binding spell.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon