Spirit Riding Free Spirit Novels & Stories

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.”

Through her fearless exploration and unwavering dedication to the awakening of her spirit, Rita would become a luminous example of the power of self-discovery, igniting the flames of transformation in the hearts of all who dared to embark on their own spiritual odyssey. Chapter Eleven marked a turning point—a chapter where Rita shed the limitations of her past and embraced the infinite expanses of her spirit. With each awakening, she stepped into her role as a catalyst for the evolution of human consciousness, inspiring others to embark on their own sacred journeys of self-realization and awakening the divine flame that resided within them. In the chapters that awaited, Rita's path would int

"Peace? There can be no peace until justice is served! I will not rest until my tormentors pay for their sins!" Alpha Leori's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to unravel the spirit's past and unearth the truth behind its relentless fury. "Tell us, spirit, who wronged you? Let us hear your story. Perhaps together, we can find a way to bring about resolution and end this cycle of suffering." The spirit hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating Alpha Leori's words. 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.

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.

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

I fisted my hand and banged it on the table, catching his attention immediately. ”Will you fucking say it? Or I must beg you?” I yelled, irritated at his dramatic plays. He looked at me and smirked, noticing my evident nervousness and irritation. The anger returned in waves, and the air became too hot to breathe. Maddox leaned towards me, grabbed the strand of my hair, and turned it over in his fingers. ”Spirit.” He said, ”I think you’re the spirit that will bring prosperity, good health, and favorable fortune to those possessing it.”

However, after Aaron arrived, the team became fragmented, with everyone scheming against each other, afraid their most trusted peers would betray them. When a team’s spirit was broken, its future would be bleak, especially for the core marketing department. But what could I say? "Eric, what’s next for you? Wherever you go, we’ll follow you!" I forced a bitter smile. "I haven’t decided yet. I just want to rest for now." Just as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

We do not need a wooden sword to bend your mind into shape. ‘He speaks the truth, Zane,’ Fenrir's deep, rumbling voice chimed in, vibrating right against my ribcage. The sensation made my breath catch. ‘The method we are going to use requires a deeper layer of consciousness. It is called the spirit state. To enter it safely without destroying your human brain, your soul needs to be completely wide open, vibrating at its highest spiritual frequency.’ I blinked, a sudden wave of suspicion hitting me. Something about the way they were explaining this felt deliberately vague. "Okay... and how do I open my soul like that?"

Agnes began a chant behind them, her voice steady, though her hands trembled. The spirits hit like a storm. One lunged for Selene—jaw wide, eyes weeping shadow. She moved on instinct, raising her hand. The spirit froze midair, wrapped in silvery strands of light that pulled it back, gently, into the earth. “I don’t want to fight you,” she whispered. “But I will free you.” Another came. Then another. Each one she redirected, not with violence—but memory. With the truth of their names. Each time she called a name aloud, the spirit shuddered and dispersed, released from the binding spell.