Spirit Riding Free Spirit Novels & Stories

"An Arium and a Fulena. Surely, you have forgotten." The man emerged from the tree at the center of the pond. He was a spirit - translucent that his feet did not touch the ground. He was more floating than walking. "I do not know what do you mean of that," Barrie admitted. "We come in peace. We are all hungry and tired from all these travels in the dark. We hope to find comfort in your little Paradise." "Interesting, indeed," the man-spirit said. "You do not know the traitors of our kind."

He gazed up at the sky again. “I know you can hear me, Nemyra.” He said. “Why won't you answer? Aren't you tired of Dareth’s tyranny? Don't you want this all to end? You're the Spirit of Truth and Disenchantment. Is this how you want to go down in history? As the goddess who was too scared to do her job? You're supposed to help us bring the truth to light not cover it up and stay in heaven like some weak spineless-”

It vibrates in my bones, and my magic lifts like wings behind my ribs, ready to take flight. I can feel the spirits' hunger. Not for blood or vengeance, but for purpose. For meaning. For the chance to be part of something greater than their exile. I step forward, leaving the safety of Erik's touch. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to help." But the Ash-born do not answer with words. They vanish. Not into mist or shadow, but into me. The sensation is overwhelming. Dozens of spirits flowing into my body, their memories and pain and hope becoming part of me.

"It was just that she should be buried according to the customs of her people." Tears sway from the corners of Orchid's eyes and then fall down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water from the falls. "Poor Sara," she sighs. "Don't be sad," I tell her. "Your friend isn't gone. Nobody's really gone, just like nobody's really here. She's just returned to her place in the Source. See…" With the knuckle of my fingers, I catch a drop of tear on her chin. “We say that a spirit is like a drop of water from a wave in the sea. For a while, he separates himself and believes he is an individual. For an instant it will glisten in the sun, but eventually it will fall. That's not a bad thing. It is good

But this druid, unfortunately, broke one of those rules. He had fallen in love with a human woman, a young woman he encountered in the forest every day. He knew he should not approach her, that his love was forbidden, but it was inevitable. The woman had seen him by accident, and after years of secret meetings, he could no longer bear the idea of losing her. The druid made a decision: he chose to leave his world and run away with her. He knew that by doing so, the entire supernatural kingdom would reject him. However, his love was so strong that he didn’t care about the price.

“Don’t be afraid. Let yourself go. The spirits want to show you something.” “Don’t resist,” Brayden whispered with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. “Accept them.” “We’re here, Elara,” Jayden said, his voice soft and full of a promise that made me feel safe. “You’re not alone.” His words were a pillar that held me up, so I focused on their voices, on their presence. I stopped fighting the energy and let the spirits wash over me. The fear dissipated, replaced by a deep peace. I closed my eyes and focused inward.

"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.

Elaine—who was beside Selena—cast her a faint yet gentle smile, then she explained in a casual tone, “Sister Selena, everything on this earth has spirit, including trees, grasses, and so on. If the living things grow in a place where the spiritual energy is dense and rich, and is nourished by the spiritual energy for a very long time, these grasses or whatever will become spirited. They will start to absorb the spiritual energy around them.” Selena nodded with confusion plastered on his face. “Everyone is really happy about this spirited grass. What does it do though? Are its benefit truly amazing?”

“Thou makest darkness, and it is night . . . ” Mr. Vespers (as he’d so inappropriately been dubbed) dragged the girl off the roadway by the wrist of her dislocated arm and moved toward an eroding drainage ditch nearby. She came to long enough to start struggling again, her shrieks of pain muffled from the gag as she tried to get free. He kicked her once in the skull and suddenly she didn’t look young or pretty anymore. “ . . . hear me, O nameless King. Let my prayer arise in Thy sight as incense. And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice . . . ”

The one I thought was Daniel began to speak again. “We want to be free,” mentioned the ghost boy. “We need you.” “Why?” I squeaked. “Because we can speak to you,” informed it. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, thinking I really needed to start moving and leave. “You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.”