Spirit Riding Free Book Novels & Stories

I declared. Logan called out to me, his voice filled with fear. "Selene, no! Come back!" But I couldn't turn away. I could feel the spirits reaching for me, their whispers growing louder. "Help us," they cried, their voices full of despair. I focused on the light within me, drawing on the magic of the moon. "I will help you!" I shouted, my heart racing. As I reached out, the rift pulsed again, and I felt a surge of energy. The spirits began to calm, their anger fading as they turned toward me. "Thank you," they whispered.

Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes as I began chanting some spells under my breath with my hand stretched out In the air. "Spirits of the cursed, spirits of the night, Grant me the book of forbidden might. Pages of venom, ink of wrath, written pages of spells, Come forth from the witches’ dark path and blossom in thy palm." I chanted softly and then I felt my hand grow heavy.

"I sit in its presence now, knowing that this is where I shall take my final breaths. Before I leap from the cliff in the ultimate sacrifice, I must ensure that the dark secrets of this place never again see the blessed light of day. I have found a way to erase the profane ritual from the pages of this tome, and I shall leave it here to disappear the next time this place vanishes. Forgive me, Lord, for my many offenses." That was where the passage ended. Lyda was breathless. Even after everything she learned about the Spirits in the past, she never thought she would come across something like this. She turned the page in haste. However, the last few pages in the book were blank. What was mor

Perhaps a God/Goddess is unable to reach weak believers through their prayers. My body falls into Lucian's waiting arms, and I drift away. I let the prayer guide me. I don't try to push or rush its stream. It takes me out of my realm rather quickly, and I travel like a shooting star through the sky. I have never experienced such a strong line before, and while that makes me happy, it also worries me. What is happening on Earth to have so many wolves calling out to me? My head feels as if a beehive is in it. Finally, I enter Earth's atmosphere, and I instantly transport to the wolf praying.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

I whispered into the chaos: "Luna spirit… I need your help… guide me… show me the way." The world shifted. The screams faded. The streets, the blood, the shadows...they all melted away. And suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely. A vast expanse of light surrounded me. White, silver, soft, and overwhelming all at once. My bare feet didn’t touch the ground. The air hummed with energy. And there, above me, hung a crescent moon glowing with divine silver light. Its radiance washed over me, gentle yet powerful, and I felt something inside me ignite...a fire, a spark, a certainty that I hadn’t known I had.

Whispering, “Daughter of the sun, holder of its light. You will be the spirit of the day, but will take the nature of the dark.” Sealing the first that represents the golden flame, a spirit is born. “Daughter of the moon, holder of its darkness. You will be the spirit of the night, but will take the nature of the dark.” Blowing the soul and blessing of life and security, the spirit twins are born, as the pages of the book flip and end into that particular page. The words that are written are being echoed, with his words, as he reads. “THE SPIRITS: HANNAH LYN MIOKI

Tara persisted. “Again”, Maggie sighed as if getting bored with the conversation, “‘Tis because some of these spirits are bad and they fool the people into believing that the only way they’ll get what they’re wanting is to do it that way. Remember, there’s good and bad, greedy and generous on the spirit side too.” “This is all so fascinating!” Tara cried as she wiggled with excitement. Ignoring Maggie’s obvious desire to move on she continued, “So the words in the book you gave me? The spirits respond to them?”

“I have to do something fast.” “Save him,” my wolf, serene, spoke. “How?” “Heal him. Do it fast,” she urged, her voice impatient and sharp with urgency. I remembered reading in that book from the abandoned library that Fox Spirits could heal. It was their special trait. Immediately, I placed my hands on Lucas, my eyes shining with determination. I could feel a surge of energy leaving me rapidly. Color restored on his face, his breathing becoming more stable. Even though I felt like my soul was leaving my body, I didn’t stop. Instead, I held him tighter. “Pheobe, stop!. You’ll die at this rate,” my wolf roared, but I ignored her. I kept going. Then John pulled me away and I collapsed, my cons

Just what was up with this thick book? A while later, he began channeling his spirit energy into the Book of Sequence instead. As his powerful spirit energy entered the book, it shone silver as it opened up at once. There were seven pages in total. Each page's function appeared in Wilbur's mind as well. A beat later, he smiled in satisfaction. This was definitely something good. Each page of the Book of Sequence held a spell. Which meant that the book currently held seven spells. All it took was to flip to the page of the spell you wanted to cast. By channeling a bit of spirit energy, the spell would be cast.