Spirit Stories Novels & Stories

But the visions persisted, refusing to be exorcised. Now, he was determined to pursue these unusual incidents, to unravel the mystery that had ensnared him the previous day. After taking his breakfast, he took his satchel and set out to venture into the unknown, driven by his insatiable curiosity. By the edge of the field, he stopped and evaluated the series of incidents, trying to piece together the puzzle.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

And I was also very proud to hear that story. "Spirituals were sent to earth. And their first purpose was to end that war that was destroying this world. The dragons wrote that there were only thirty Spirituals God had created. And they all were sent to earth. None stayed in heaven. The dragons say that they were ready to fly away from earth. Find another planet. Something they could call home. Because they could see the destination was way too much. They saw the Spirituals snap their fingers. They snapped their fingers all at once. And the next thing the dragons saw, all creatures bowing down in front of the Spirituals." He was so proud when he told me about how the Spirituals ended the war

The one I thought was Daniel began to speak again. “We want to be free,” mentioned the ghost boy. “We need you.” “Why?” I squeaked. “Because we can speak to you,” informed it. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, thinking I really needed to start moving and leave. “You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.”

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

“We’ve all made some terrible decisions at some point in our lives but that shouldn’t keep us from living happy lives. “The idea is to learn from our mistakes, use them to build ourselves up and become better people, and you my husband, you’ve done exactly that. All these things are happening simply because of fate…just life taking its course.” “Shouldn’t this be considered incest or something?” Ben’s serious tone when he asked the question made Martha laugh even harder. “Tulani and Luyando…and even Natasha might be siblings of some sort but there’s no blood involved. I know the whole thing is crazy but it’s already happened.” Ben was giving her a strange look. “I hope you know that you don’

"A long time ago, before our people settled here in the mountains, the tribe of our ancestors was decimated by a horde of men who came from across the seas to the east, known for their crimson garments that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them. It was a story our parents told us growing up. Have you really never heard it before?" "No," Adea muttered. "Our parents don't tell us many stories of our people's history." "I heard of a legend that says the other side of those mountains is a realm of the Spirits." Everyone turned their attention to Lyda as she spoke up. "It's said that the mountains cannot be traversed, so there are secret spots throughout these territories that may act a

Sterling’s eyes settled on something just beyond my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the dead were watching us dance, whispering to him even from afar. “Spirits are complicated things,” His voice dropped in volume as we glided past another couple, “They’re often confused after their deaths, reliving it again and again. Sometimes it takes a push for them to remember who they once were. You arriving to the island, discovering your magic, joining our coven, it was all one big push.” He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me, spinning us both in tune with the song, “Your grandparents say hello, by the way.” His words caught me so off guard that I stumbled, tripping over my own two feet.

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.

I asked him, now genuinely concerned. “They were petits esprits, little spirits sent by the esprits supérieurs (Greater spirits) in order to provide a barrier from the dosorlla. It also explains that you are the chosen one. But the fairy thing, I am still confused about it. This is so dope” He was literally looking lost. “There are petits esprits too?” I asked him. He nodded his head in reply. “Bonjour à moi-même (Hello to myself)” I murmured only to laugh at my stupidity. Ashton also joined in my laugh and soon we were laughing for no reason.