Spirit Stories Novels & Stories

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

“As far as I remember, your kind are those who are open to the vast reality of two worlds. One from those who each one of us can see with our naked eyes, and the others who were merely a wasp of smoke with regards to this realm.” “You’re wrong in one account, dear. Spirits aren’t wasps of smoke. Although it is argued that one can’t see them without the eye, it is presumptuous to assume they’re lesser beings. As far as this world is concerned, they are an existence that is far purer than mortals can ever compare, and their realm, where wild honesty is but a price, topped the space of the unknown.” Laura didn’t say anything more. His explanation made him sound so old and barely understandable.

“Number 45 Cairnhill Towers. It was an urban legend. I always thought it was fabricated.” I shook my head. “Usually, when you find the root cause and pacify the spirits, they leave. They are usually victims in their lifetime. In death, they inflict pain as a way to assuage their misery. You cannot blame them. Mundane folks have misconceptions about these spirits because they do not understand them. Language is beyond them and articulation is impossible. They cannot communicate with words because of the physical qualities of our dimensions. In their dimensions, communication with words is challenging.”

Smiling at her mother, Melissa gave her a comforting embrace, knowing that this was the end of their hundreds of years long journey. Yes, Destine is here for a reason, the Moon-Goddess lends her beloved white-wolf to help the endless journey of the man who has become the greatest king in wer**olf history, all of which will continue to tell the story of Titus Osmund’s glory as the greatest Alpha king of all time. “Morena’s soul is headed this way and this is Pearl’s dark magic book” My mother, Lola told me and I nodded my head. “There is only left Pearl’s mortal body” I replied and closed my eyes to see the current condition of Sabrina who was already one step closer to the black witch’s body

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

Méah panicked. "Méah, you were not supposed to live. You only live because of the three spirits that used to inhabit your body. It was the reason why you become the heir of destruction because you managed to restore your own spirit, giving you four pulses. When my former master, Draea become a prisoner of the black crystal, Purple Smoke, she found you as a perfect puppet and took advantage of my friends' powers," Jidah sadly said. "No! I'm not going anywhere! I want to live! I want to be with Keir!" Méah refused as she stepped away from Jidah.

In the margin of the map, there was a phrase written in faded ink: मेरा द्रुइड मित्र She didn’t fully understand what it meant, but her curiosity grew. Had her mother been there? Or was it just a game, or some secret story she had hidden in the book? Between the stuck pages, Scarlett discovered something else: there was a handwritten story, as if her mother had copied or invented it. “The druid and his forbidden love,” she read softly, intrigued. The story spoke of a powerful druid who lived in a hidden kingdom, a place full of magic and supernatural creatures. The druids had strict rules; they had to protect their world and could never bond with humans. But this druid, unfortunately, broke

’ The male spirit played with my hair, twirling it between his fingers, ‘Humans used to have a silly habit of trying to get to the Spirit World to retrieve their lost loved ones, so it became our responsibility to stop them. I stepped back again, trying to distance myself from them, ‘I’m not trying to receive a lost spirit, I would never tamper with life and death like that. I don’t even know why I’m here,’ I shook my head roughly, ‘Oh, I’m acting crazy. I’m dreaming, this is all just a bad dream from—‘ The female spirit lunged for me and grabbed my wrist, squeezing tightly. I screamed, feeling a cold and burning sensation all at once. ‘Does this feel like a dream, girl?’ She asked angrily,

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

The middle sect master suddenly stood up and said, “Sorry, gentlemen. I made a bet with the northern sect master and lost the fight, so I’ll do as he wants now. He decided to make a small contest before the sequel titled The Art of Public Speaking. That is, each person will throw at us some new ideas that he composed. . Of course, there is a prize for whoever wins. . Ahem, ahem, okay I will announce three prizes, the first one I was a contestant this year and I won with us If you are one of those who have reached the fifth liquidation, you can take an invitation card to be a forever welcome guest in the middle sect, and the second will receive three hundred high-efficiency spiritual stones.