Spirit Rings Novels & Stories

However, the spirit was ignoring every command, as if it could no longer listen to him. Alex spoke up, “Such an evil spirit. You must’ve taken so many lives. I can’t let you roam around this earth any longer. He bit into his finger on his right hand and drew a symbol on his left palm with blood. This symbol seemed simple, yet it was fairly ancient. He slapped the symbol onto the spirit, causing a bright light to snake from within with a thunderous roar. This was one of the skills that Alex had required to defeat spirits—the Thunder Palm Mantra.

Which was fair, but still rude. I waved vaguely at the ritual circle. “So... nothing’s happening. Twins are glowing, we’re glowing, the moon’s doing its whole dramatic blood thing, and yet we’re still stuck. Why?” The Spiritborn turned its gaze toward the twins, its voice a low hum like wind through bones. “The ritual will not be complete without the essence of those who love them most.” I blinked. “Essence? Like... emotional essence? Magical essence? Please don’t say blood. We’re running low on gauze.”

This unforgettable journey left an indelible mark on Vicky's memories, and he would always treasure it in his heart. Crystal Marbles: The crystal marbles, with their swirling patterns and vibrant hues, seemed to hold a magic that captivated Vicky and his friends. They'd spend hours playing, the marbles clicking and clattering on the ground, as they imagined themselves in dogfights and aerial stunts. Vicky's collection, meticulously curated, was a testament to his fascination with the skies. The postal stamps, featuring planes from around the world, and the portraits of sleek jets, fueled his desire to soar through the clouds.

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Stralath fought the siren song, knowing their majestic time together could quickly turn into a violent tribulation. What would Galene do if she accidentally killed him? Stralath knew that would destroy her pure heart on every level. He had to protect her from that fate, and he curled a fist in the covers as he faced her dancing sorcery. She needed to look up and see him. She needed to gain control of her spores—torpedoes that seemed to have a will of their own. They were free for the first time in over a decade. And damn, they were beautiful as they swayed in the morning light.

Suzy grabbed her head and scrunched her face in pain. "Are you okay?!" Oliver grabbed her hands. "It is probably her hormones making her go crazy, I mean what would you expect from a nymphomaniac?" Tiana patted her head tie. "If I wasn't in so much pain I would have ripped out your tongue myself you stupid witch." Suzy's orbs turned blue. It only changes to blue when her predatory instinct is kicking in such as her talent to foresee future events. Hilda packed near an abandoned house that looked like it had not seen civilization in decades. The place was eerie quiet and we all got out to surrounded ourselves near the passenger's seat where Suzy was seated.

But the voices of the damned who wished to be freed from the underworld and possess bodies of the living. Méah's vision swirled as though the whole world was melting. The voices filled her head that it felt like it's going to explode. While she was numbed at these, Purple Smoke began her ritual. She stood in front of the black crystal, both hands touching the jar where it was enclosed. She murmured an unknown evil language that made Méah even more dizzy. Méah wished to be dead at this moment. It was making her crazy that she began to smash the back of her head on the wall behind her. But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward.

One of them asked, and Sam answered. " The spirit wolves in my pack are small in number. The rest of the pack consist of Apex werewolves and werewolves like yourself. The spirit wolf pack has only four bloodlines. The Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta. I am the only golden wolf and Alpha of my generation. There are 16 silver wolves and they make up the Beta bloodline. There are 12 silver-bronze wolves and they make up the Gamma bloodline. There are 18 bronze wolves and they make up the Delta bloodline. That is the total number of spirit wolves that exist. You need not worry because you won't get bullied, beaten or killed if you do not disrespect them." she advised with a smile, knowing that my pa

“I’ll take care of finding answers about that. I know someone who might be able to help us. She knows a lot about these creatures.” Scarlett and Leslie exchanged glances before Scarlett asked, intrigued, “Who is this person… or creature?” Alex smiled faintly, a touch of mystery in his eyes. “She’s an elven princess. The sister of a former druid. If anyone can help us understand why a gorgon came after you, it’s her.” Leslie looked at Alex in amazement. “So you’re going to look for her?” “Yes,” Alex replied. “As soon as possible. For now, make sure the book is well hidden.”