Spirit Riding Free Spirit Novels & Stories

But my chest was still too tight, I couldn’t get the air I needed to speak. “Take deep breaths,” a bouncing, frog-shaped spirit urged from close to my foot. If I didn’t get myself back under control, then magic was only going to get worse. More fires would start, and I was in the middle of an arid forest—I could wipe out the entire town if I— No! I squeezed Zach’s hands tighter. Thinking about what could happen would only make it harder to get back under control. “You need to actually breathe,” the frog-spirit said, hopping up to hover at eye level. “Not like ‘he-he-he,’ you need to be like ‘whooooooo’ like you’re breathing out the wind.”

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

he rubs my back and gives me the bottle to drink more water. "Thanks" I clean my mouth and sit up, resting my back on the head board "But you saw him in your dream, how can you even think it's real, I mean what if it's just your head playing with you" "Bryne somehow, dreams have connections with reality" My mom has always told me this, she told me some dreams could be revelations, some could just be plainly our imaginations, it's just left for our spirit to figure out and my spirit tells me this is not my mere imagination. I haven't even thought of this in a while so it can't be my imagination.

To get the right ambiance going. I hear the overlapping wispy voices of the Spirits, "They're here," "Here!" "They are coming," "Coming!" "Powerful these ones," "These ones!" "Stronger," "Stronger than the last!" "Last!" "The Strongest I've felt so far!" "They don't know," "Don't know their potential," "No not yet!" "But it's there inside," "Inside of them," "I feel it, pulsating from their very core!" "Yes, it's there!" "I feel it too, it's powerful!" "It has the potential for great light," "Or great darkness!" "Send them," "Yes, send them to Lucia!" "Yes, Lucia and Edvard are powerful enough to handle these ones!" "YES!" They all yell together.

it roared. Yet, despite the intensity of the onslaught, Adrian stood unharmed. He fixed his gaze on the evil spirit and taunted, “Still thinking of pulling tricks? I told you, you’re nothing but an ant.” His words fueled the evil spirit’s rage further, causing the flames of its soul to flicker violently. Before the spirit could retaliate, Adrian said, “Since you’ve chosen this path, I’ll give you an option. Become my servant, and I’ll consider sparing you.”

They eagerly awaited the next chapter, eager to continue their journey alongside Rita as she continued to unveil the mysteries of faith and the boundless potential of the human spirit. In a world where faith is often tested and challenged, Whispers of Redemption: Rita's Journey from Solitude to Spiritual Awakening serves as a radiant reminder of the transformative power of unwavering belief. It beckons readers to explore their faith, embrace the divine guidance that awaits them, and step into the fullness of their sacred purpose.

And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners. The pack members listened intently, their faces etched with empathy and understanding. They realized that the spirit was a lost soul, trapped in a realm between the living and the dead, seeking retribution for the injustices it had endured. As the spirit's story unfolded, Alpha Leori's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and compassion. He approached the invisible presence, extending a hand in an offering of peace. "Spirit, I cannot change the past, but together we can shape the future. Release your hold on vengean

Claire explained, astonished Julie and Consuela. “Is it that easy to get to this realm?” Julie asked. “I____I’m known as a Spirit Sprite. The Tree of Life resurrects Tabby. Tabitha and Sylvia are Spirt Vessels. You can consider this a cheat for us to cultivate our full potential. If other practitioners learned of this, our lives would be hunted down and tried to be used by them. This is why we keep it a secret and get stronger, so we will not be used.” Claire explained to the two women.

I couldn't see his human form either. Shit, shit, shit. I performed the ritual to leave the spiritual plane. Nothing happened. I tried again, clearing my mind. One body, one spirit. One body, one spirit. One body, one spirit. Kiema's body, Kiema's spirit. Thank you, Gaia, for this gift. Kiema's body, Kiema's spirit. I held my breath. Nothing. Shit, shit, shit. I was fucking stuck.

I was trying to sympathize with a ghost. "So... Are you looking to pass on?" I was unsure how to proceed. The only thing I had to go off of was movies or shows that I had seen, and they usually mention finding the light. Was that a real thing? "I have been trying to find out what I need to do to pass over, but up until now, no such luck I am afraid." Jesse held up his hands and shrugged. We stood there, in the small room staring at one another. Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind.