Spirit Riding Free Spirit Mga Nobela at Kwento

That his body wears out quickly and that there is no remedy for the evil that afflicts him. I move my hand a short distance over his body without touching him, checking his critical status with my senses. — It is not your body that has been poisoned, my Lord. It is your spirit. It’s been poisoned by your lust for power. Your body and your spirit fight and the latter has begun to leave the world of the living, that is why you struggle between the flames of the Underworld and the calm waters of the Elysium. —I can't die now. Damn it! I still have a lot to do. - He mutters, grinding his teeth.

I said and he hugged me tightly when I said that. The warmth that his body exuded was familiar and I wished I could just stay in his arms like that forever. “Times up. I have had enough of your sappiness,” Spirit said, her voice sounding annoyed. “It was entertaining while he cried but now you are just making me irritable.” I didn’t want to part from him and Seff seemed to have the same thought in mind because he held onto me tighter than ever. There was a sound of a clap, much like when the candles had been lit before and I had expected to be thrown away from Seff by the use of magic but somehow nothing happened.

The spirit return into her body and stated agonizing. "You can't tame me" Eriteria said to his face. T.B.C

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

"Mom, Dad, I'm doing well now. Please visit me in my dreams. I miss you so much." Troy held me close, gently wiping my tears. He looked at my parents' headstones and said softly, "Mom, Dad, I promise to take good care of Harper." A butterfly fluttered from behind the headstone as soon as the words left his mouth. I held out my hand, and it landed gently on my palm before another joined it. The butterflies danced away together, sprinkling shimmering dust in their wake. Somehow, I knew it was their blessing. "Thank you, Mom and Dad," I whispered, feeling as if their love surrounded me.

The remnant spirit hovered in place and studied Shiloh for a moment. Then, it drifted closer and circled her several times, muttering words no one could understand. Andrew did not relax for even a second, and Godslayer remained ready in his hand. Then, the spirit's form pulsed and expanded with a sudden burst of energy. "I'm free! I'm finally free! The two conditions afflicting this young woman are gone. My lord, thank you. I'm going into the light now!"

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

The next day, she was standing in front of Zayn who had started to teach her some new techniques and today he had a special lesson for her. "As a night jasmine, the souls of wolves that could not fulfill their last wishes will be guided by you. You will start seeing those souls soon as they will try to find you. Between the physical world and the unseen world, you will be like a door." "So, more spirits." Giselle sighed. "I already have a spirit with me and he is way worse. Or all men are worse." She looked at Zayn. "Except you. I did not mean you when I said men. I mean you are a man but I don't see you as a man...what I am saying."

I saw the sun, the sand, and the person I had fought every battle to keep. ​The world was vast, and it was chaotic, and it would always be filled with people who wanted to build towers and rewrite the minds of others. But for tonight, the beach was silent. The tide was coming in, cleaning the sand of our footprints, and we were whole. We didn't have a plan for tomorrow, and we didn't have a guarantee of forever. We just had the quiet, and we had each other. ​And as the last of the sun slipped away, turning the world to shadow and starlight, I knew that even if the end was coming, it would be a human end. Quiet. Honest. And finally, truly, free.