Spirit Stories Novels & Stories

“Spirits? Seriously?” “Don’t interrupt!” Caine snapped. “It was the Sky Woman who gave birth to the Twin Spirits. Many of the sister tribes of the Seluitah were influenced by the Twins and came to see them as the incarnations of good and evil. My ancestors, however, were closer to the Spirits than anyone else. We have always known the Twin spirits for who they truly are; the Light and the Darkness.

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

I quickly pull the girl onto my lap to give her more comfort. “Carolyn are you familiar with the spirit world?” I ask her cautiously. The young girl shakes her head no. “Spirits live all around us, in nature in the trees, even in the very winds that blow around us. When people die in this world, they become spirits. Now some people believe that those spirits are later reincarnated into our wolves, and some believe that they serve the Moon Goddess, while others believe that they simply watch over those of us who are still living.” The young girl shakes her head in acknowledgment of my story, so I continue. “Some people have seen these spirits before, but I think you have been blessed my littl

Spirit three fathomed. "Indeed, it is. It involves a Banshee spirit. It is after the life of my loved one, Sophia!" I answered, going straight to the point already. "A banshee spirit? Why didn't it leave the world and hang around the living?" Spirit One asked as spirit two opens a file. "It's Mauda. She couldn't return because of her evil desires that caused her to be dammed" Spirit Two related after reading her file. "How do I destroy her?" I asked.

“Talk to me.” I folded my hands together. “When I was little, Mara used to tell me stories. Not the ones about the Moon Goddess everyone told their children. Different ones. About spirits that didn’t belong to the sky or the earth. About bargains made in blood and memory.” Lucas went still. “She said they weren’t evil,” I continued. “Just hungry. And that the worst ones didn’t force their way in. They waited to be invited.” Lucas exhaled slowly. “And you think—”

Or so I'd been taught. Sassafras grunted softly, tail twitching. "And in all your nineteen years of accumulated wisdom, you've learned everything there is to know, have you?" I hated it when he did that. "Okay then, smarty pants," I said. "What's beyond Spirit?" Liam saved Sassafras the trouble of answering. "They are outside Spirit," he said. "Pure Universal energy. According to Iepa, they were literally the hands of creation." "Were?" I felt my hands clenching together as the wavering image of the woman I'd seen in my dream hovered in my mind's eye. "Where did they go?"

Mitch had been a bit distant lately, and I could tell this wasn’t just about the strange cases we’d been dealing with. “I’ve been having dreams,” Mitch started, his voice low, almost hesitant. “I’m not sure how to explain it, but... it’s not just dreams. It’s like... I’m being called. Not by a person, but by something else.” He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine. “I think it’s time. Time for me to do a spirit journey.” I nodded slowly, already understanding. Mitch’s heritage ran deep, and his connection to his ancestors, to the land, was something he had always kept close to his heart. “What do you need?” I asked.

It did something to me, made my insides flutter in a way I didn’t want them to. “There is no such thing as a water spirit,” he replied flatly, “the people of this town just find comfort in delusion. Practically every small town without the backing of an army believes that their town was forged out of a mysterious spirit’s good will and that spirit protects them. It is just an illusion for comfort. Nothing else.” I stared at the fog again and swallowed, the figures were gone. “I don’t know, Malric. There’s something quite awkward about this…river. Maybe there really is a spirit behind it or something, because-”

"What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?" Mira sat on the edge of the bed and began to explain. “ A spirit walker is a very rare and special person that can go to different places in the spirit realm while their physical bodies remain at a particular place. It is like their soul can leave their body and fly to far away lands to see things and hear secrets. It is a very powerful gift, but it is also very scary because the soul can get lost.