Spirit Riding Free Maricela Novels & Stories

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“Declan… I don’t know what she’s talking about—ahhhh!” Nurse Kerri raised her hand and clenched it; a strong surge of pain spiraled through Gladia. Her pain was not physical. It's directed to her soul, or whatever she calls her dark spirit. “You shouldn’t even feel that if you were Serena. That spell only works on unsettled spirits inside another body.”

My hand falls down to my side and I died in my mate's arms. My spirit watches the scene fold in front of me. Hendrix isn't letting Aphrodite near my badly beaten and bloodstained body. Hendrix what are you doing? She can help you idiot. Come on Drix let her help. Watching everything in front of me is heart wrenching. My insides even as a spirit are turning uncomfortably. My face is wet when I touch my cheek. Can you cry as a spirit? Apparently so! "Let Dimitri help. He can heal her."

Maria shouted. Hailey gritted her teeth, trying to recall what this witch was trying to make her remember. “You're not weak!” Maria shouted. “You're a powerful woman not the weak vegetable they take you for!” Hailey's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't weak? Did that mean she was someone else? The voices began chanting Zira again, making Hailey's body tremble. Meanwhile, Maria was busy chanting spells, and Hailey's body began to tremble uncontrollably, she held her head as the loud voices increased. Suddenly, Hailey fell to the ground and passed out.

like something was brushing against my soul. I looked at Ryan. I felt unsure and awkward. He leaned closer and whispered, “It’s alright. She’s my friend. I told you about her.” “The psychic?” I whispered back. He nodded. “Her name is Melinda. She’s a seer.” Melinda opened her eyes suddenly. Her expression changed and concern filled her face. “Oh no,” she murmured. “This is not good.” My heart dropped. “What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “There is a dark spell placed on you,” she said. “A strong one.”

With that, Kiran abruptly opened the red bottle. “No, don’t!” Caleb’s voice, filled with anger and boundless pain, screamed as if his heart had been pierced. Whoosh! A red ghostly figure emerged from the bottle, transforming into a mist of blood and flying in all directions before vanishing. “That’s my wife Zara’s spirit,” cried a man kneeling on the ground, reaching out as if trying to grasp her. Kiran paused, surprised that the spirit had escaped without a chance for him to offer it peace. He quickly covered the bottle’s mouth with his hand, reciting incantations to calm the remaining spirits.

“Yes. And Maria knew. That's why the blessing was so important. She was trying to counter Azrael's blood with pure angelic grace.” My mind raced back to the ritual circle I'd found hidden deep in pack territories last week. The symbols there matched the ones in Maria's journal perfectly. She'd been preparing for this for decades. A shimmer in the air caught my attention. The temperature dropped as a ghostly figure materialized — Maria Evans herself, looking just as she did in the photos from Aria's childhood. “You've found it then,” her spirit said softly. “The truth I tried so hard to protect her from.”

I lifted the veil, letting him vanish safely. Marilla cut her hand again. “Let’s see if you are stronger than the Darkness, dear niece.” Our hands united as multicolored flames—orange, red, white, blue—swirled around us. Marilla fell as the Supreme powers left her body. Specter’s eyes widened. “Aminda, your eyes… deep purple.”

The net around her transformed into a beautiful metal cage, sealing her and her powers within. Marica’s hands flew to the thin bars, shrieking in pain as the metal burned her skin. “You put a little something extra in here, didn’t you, you rancid bitch?” Marica screamed in agony as she continued fighting against her bonds. Hazel stepped out from behind her tree, watching Marica intently as she went to stand in front of her. She could finally face the witch, Carmen, who had promised her friendship and freedom and nearly taken everything from her. "Hello, Carmen." She greeted her in a smooth voice. "You're not as pretty as I remember."

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.