Spirit Riding Free Spirit Novels & Stories

Like rich molten gold, it rolled towards Journee with a strong fire of passion and yet it embodied the calm gentleness of the willow tree, with its leaves swaying in the wind. I am neither God nor Goddess, But a spirit, free, and formless; I am the beginning and the end, Though your free will I cannot bend; Forgotten in this world of greed, Lust and jealousy, a foul deed; Love me and you will love yourself, Forgive this mother’s love, expelled. What a beautiful poem. But that doesn’t answer my question! “Could you be more direct? What did people call you before you were forgotten, spirit who is free and formless?”

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

“I speak to that which created me almost all the time now. It’s not like English though. It’s more images and concepts or whole downloads of information. Your soul doesn’t speak like you and I do. It cannot. It speaks through images or allegory, and when I was there, it was telepathy. We are so limited by our bodies, but we don’t have to be. Take my hair that is now almost to my shoulders. It had to come off because your hair stores everything you’ve eaten, drunk, thought, said and done within it. I needed a fresh slate to work with. It’s different now too. Can you tell?” “Yes,” Winona said. “It glows.” Isabella smiled. “Yes, it does. I don’t see that all the time, but it glows more now beca

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

She seemed to come up with his name on her own almost as soon as I introduced him to her. “Ohhh, okay. Well, what if I tell you that my new friend Klay is Swagga’s human spirit?” I turn her in my arms to face him. “You know how Saint’s spirit is inside Uncle Bronx and Ghost’s spirit is inside Daddy? Swagga’s tiger spirit is inside Klay.” “Codi haf tiger spirit?” She points to her belly and looks at me hopefully. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you have a wolf spirit. She’s just sleeping until you turn seventeen.” I click my tongue between my teeth at the disappointing news.

They kept on looking at me until I was able to understand what they meant, Luna Margaret " They were talking about her. Elijah asked to get in touch with Luna Margaret, though it wasn't a big deal to get them in touch with the spirit leaving inside of me, the problem was; how do I get to summon Luna Margaret?.. Liam had a plan, and it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns but it involved us going into the old Carven and summoning Luna Margaret. Elijah agreed, and so did the rest of them in the office, I wasn't cool with getting my hands and legs tied up, but it was even scarier to have a spirit leaving inside of me.. So later in the evening, Lola accompanied me to the old Carven for the ritual, I

Valen's voice held a note of awe as he whispered, "A spirit of the realm." The spirit emitted a soft, melodic hum, its presence both soothing and electrifying. It seemed to communicate without words, conveying a sense of gratitude and guidance. "It's as if the realm itself is expressing its thanks," Elara murmured, her voice filled with reverence. Elysia extended her hand, allowing the spirit to nuzzle it gently before it melted back into the wilderness, leaving behind an air of mystique.

My words were carried by the wind, and trees began to sway, creating sounds as if they were groaning in protest. My eyes burned as the energy all around me heightened, but in the back of my head, I could hear spirits whining and detesting. They were the spirits that I trapped. But despite how loud they were becoming, I didn’t let them wave me away from my chants. With each word, I felt the ground trembling and the trees swaying wildly, as if they knew I was about to unleash a strong energy.

"These spirits will test us." The spirits began to circle them, their movements slow, deliberate. Aria could feel their presence, could feel the weight of their gaze upon her, as if they knew who she was—what she was destined to become. The leader of the spirits stepped forward, its voice now clearer, more insistent. "Your path is set, Crimson Fated," the spirit said, its voice like the echo of a thousand voices. "But it is not without its cost. You will face your deepest fear before you pass. Are you willing to sacrifice all that you hold dear?"

The exceptions to this rule were of course Elder, Gods, Origin Gods, and Battle Gods. “I am not eager to find out,” Hildegarde stated. “Are you?” she asked sarcastically. “My curiosity wants to know this, but my mind is terrified of the notion of meeting the Reaper. I doubt he or she would be as reasonable as the Watchers.” Mane stated and readjusted himself into a proper meditative pose. Now that he had access to chaos again, he could feed his hungry Spirit. He had cultivated his spirit throughout the years, and it was strong. But it was like an empty shell. Mane had to feed it. Luckily because he only had to feed his Spirit and not work on its growth, he should experience no bottlenecks in