Spirit Stories Novels & Stories

Her voice had a sharp edge to it, like she wasn’t quite buying the act. Grossman’s smile twisted into something darker. “Climbing, yes. I’ve been practicing. The mountains here have stories—climbers buried under avalanches, their bodies calling me like moths to a flame.” Leila’s eyebrow shot up. “Dead?” she exclaimed without realizing it.

"They told me about the prophecy I gave." "They told you?" Iris asked, sounding incredulous. "You didn't remember?" Saoirse shook her head. "I don't remember anything about it. It's the first time it's ever happened to me. Normally, I had visions. But this..." "What was that? Were you...possessed or something?" Saoirse nodded. "Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me."

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

Even Nate opened an eye to hear my response. I glanced at Custard as I realized that I forgot to ask him about that question again. My familiar met my gaze and understood my question. “He said it was a spirit.” I said as I relayed Custard’s words to them. “He says that those spirits are the same ones as him.” As the words left my mouth, a shiver went down my spine as I started to get goosebumps. The prince’s were wide with shock and even Nate was fully awake now. “He thinks that…” I felt my lips twitching and I don’t even know why I feel like crying.

Somewhere in the spirit world all the bad spirits gathered together trying to find ways to get the baby while others want it to live so that they can use it to their advantage. There was a lot of chatter going around and the arguments got heated until one told them about Tsietsi and how he can help them get what they want. “Don’t forget about all that is protecting her.” Reminded another spirit being.

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

Logan stated like it was common knowledge. The girls, including myself, all shook our heads. “Would you tell us about this Miihiihkin… Mister Logan?" I asked, stopping myself from just calling him Logan. Logan sighed but nodded and leaned against his truck, looking at us. “It is an old Innu legend. Beyond the world we live in is a spirit world. And very long ago in that spirit world lived Miihiihkin, which translates to Wolf. He was the lover of the spirit Tipishkau-pishum, which means Moon. Everyone was jealous of their relationship, and they all wanted them to be separated. There was a spirit called Trickster who, as his name suggests, tricked spirits a lot by using the wicked mind that wa

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

They spoke in hushed tones, sharing stories of the fallen king's bravery and wisdom, weaving a tapestry of his legacy that painted a vivid picture in my mind. The spiritual leader, a figure of immense wisdom and authority, stepped forward, his voice resonating with ancient knowledge. He invoked the spirits of the ancestors, their ethereal presence palpable in the air. The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing.

Downer, in the afternoon I read books in the library and in the evening I practice magic until the wee hours of the morning. From what I read in the book, there is knowledge about the 6 Dragons and 6 Spirits overlord magic. At the beginning of the creation of the world, 6 main Spirits and Dragons were created respectively. Spirits have the basic elements of magic such as Water, Fire, Wind, Earth as well as black and white magic. Spirits are placed in parallel worlds because their population increases with the addition of humans. Spirits don't have a physical body, so they don't reproduce nor can they exist in the human world without a physical body.