Spirit Rings Novels & Stories

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

“What you mean, because of us, what did we do to anger the heavens towards Blake?” Seeing the concern on her face, Gerold got the confirmation he needed. “It’s because you are the Spirit Sprite, Tabith, Tabby, and Sylvia are the Spirit Vessels, and all four of you will be for Blake’s cultivation, and the heavens are jealous of him. There is a price to go against the heavens, and Blake will bear it for you four.” Gerold explained to Claire.

Having the Thunder Struck Swordlight Talisman in hand would allow his loved ones to have a means of safeguarding themselves. Meanwhile, Heath stepped forward and produced several bottles of Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid from his spatial ring. "I'm sure you know I am fond of alchemy, so I'll offer these bottles of Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid to you in return for your generosity. What do you think of it?" Heath asked, stroking his beard.

The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—” “Let’s make a bet,” Soma interrupted the spirit. “If he wins this battle, you will be under him in the future. You won’t cause trouble.” Upon hearing that, the spirit clicked his tongue. “What if he loses?” “I will let you go,” Silver responded, “I’ll let your main self reappear in the worlds.” The spirit laughed. “Alright. I accept this bet.”

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.

Now it was overgrown, cracked with vines and flower-scripts that changed with every moonrise. She closed her eyes. And asked a question: “What remains unspoken?” The bloom didn’t respond. Not in words. Not in light. But in breath. A single breeze passed through the spiral. It smelled of ironwood, river ash, and the faintest trace of old memory. Mira. Saris. Kaima. Herself. All of them, lingering. Not as leaders. Not even as myth. But as echoes waiting to be heard again. The spirit valleys had no name in Pact maps.

As the echoes of my revelation hung in the air, the crystals shimmered with an intensified glow, absorbing the essence of my truth. The spirits, silent witnesses to the intricacies of my past, seemed to respond to the unveiling of a concealed chapter in my life. The hooded figure, with eyes that bore the weight of ancient wisdom, acknowledged the exchange. "Your truth has been woven into the tapestry of the crystals. The spirits shall now reveal to you the wisdom you seek." The forest, once hushed, now resonated with a renewed energy. The spirits within the crystals hummed in a harmonious cadence, signaling the commencement of the mystical exchange that would unveil the truth I sought from t

They can’t because there was one last hitch that they need to deal with… They needed to identify one unruly evil spirit inside the girl since it didn’t want to let go. They have been telling the demon to say its name but it wouldn’t. The spirit just talked and talked and talked through the girl, saying various pitiful, repeated, and very irritating things. Prayer warrior 1: Guys, let’s have some discernment here. What demonic spirit is this? Prayer warrior 2: (closes eyes for a bit) Hmmmm… spirit of denial?

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.