Spirit Rings Novels & Stories

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

"Yes. Let's do this." As we began the ritual, the grove seemed to come alive with energy. The air crackled with magic, and I felt a surge of power coursing through me. I chanted the ancient words, calling on the spirits of our ancestors and the magic of the forest. The Silverwood heart glowed brighter, its light spreading outwards, enveloping us in a protective shield. I could feel the power building, growing stronger with each word. The spell was working, but it was also draining. I could feel the strain on my body, the intense pressure of the magic pushing against my limits.

Why is he hiding from me? Why doesn’t he reduce my pain? Why don’t you unite us? Why are you keeping us away from each other? Why are you causing this misery? Please God, I want to meet him in person. I want to love him. Please send him near me. Please reduce my pain. I started manifesting my destined partner into my life. Little did I know that it’s going to cost me heavily in my future. My pain started subsiding. I felt tired. It felt like all my energy was sucked from me.

Tye replied eagerly and Sofia chuckled. “Well, in the beginning, there was a big girl named Sofia, and she had this belief about love, which her Abuela had taught her: Sparks fly when you meet your one true love-” “-How?” Tye asked. This was the first of many interruptions Sofia would come to experience. “I don’t know,” Sofia exhaled uncomfortably. She was already getting scared that this would be a lot harder than it had seemed. “When your hands come in contact I guess-”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.