Spirit Stories Novels & Stories

I am confident that this time you will be able to make things right. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the water's edge. The Weres floated gently down the current, their eyes reflecting the glow of the Spirit River. Each soul shimmered with a unique light, an echo of their earthly lives—some flickering like candle flames, while others glowed with the steady brilliance of stars. I felt their stories wrapping around me, their joys and sorrows intertwining with my own. “Come,” I whispered, my heart aching for the souls before me. “It is time to release your burdens. You are safe here.”

"The ones who work to maintain balance between worlds." The directness of his statement catches us off guard. We've grown accustomed to operating in carefully maintained secrecy, concealing our true purposes behind academic or scientific explanations. "Dreams?" Emily asks, her scientific curiosity overcoming surprise. Tom nods seriously. "For the past six months, tribal elders have been reporting shared visions. Lights in the deep forest, voices speaking in languages that feel familiar but can't be understood. And always the sense that something important is being born in the old places." "Old places?" Cain inquires.

She has deeply soulless eyes, and a look at you wound make you think she's staring directly at your soul, she works spell with her eyes too, and they're mesmerizing. He leaned in and was tempted to kiss them just like he does back then, but he stopped his lips right in front of them, her long lashes pointing directly at his pink lips. "Want a bullet in your skull? F**k off and stop killing my vibes" she pushed him away and began walking out, looking dangerously breathtaking as her long hair flowed behind her. She's really the goddess of beauty, she's a true descendant of Aphrodite, she's enchanting and charming all in one...

"Y o u... w h a t?" *...* "Spirits have to follow certain rules or else she would be killed. The more they eat flesh, the more strong they will be. So, there is a department working to make rules for these spirits. If a mortal break those rules, than they are allowed to eat them. For example, for Omar, if a mortal sees hima MD lay on the earth pretending to be death, than he can not eat them. For lilly, if they look at her reflection than she is allowed to eat them."

With that, Kiran abruptly opened the red bottle. “No, don’t!” Caleb’s voice, filled with anger and boundless pain, screamed as if his heart had been pierced. Whoosh! A red ghostly figure emerged from the bottle, transforming into a mist of blood and flying in all directions before vanishing. “That’s my wife Zara’s spirit,” cried a man kneeling on the ground, reaching out as if trying to grasp her. Kiran paused, surprised that the spirit had escaped without a chance for him to offer it peace. He quickly covered the bottle’s mouth with his hand, reciting incantations to calm the remaining spirits.

“For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.” “Anything else,” asked Ava. Sounding more willing than she did before. “Yes,” stated Willow simply. “I want you to read up some Native American legends. If you have questions, I don’t want you to be afraid to ask.” Then the ghostly image of an elder Native woman was gone. Leaving Ava Miller alone in her room, once more. “I really hope that I’m not losing it,” whispered the twenty-year-old woman.

Her body still twitched with residual trauma, but the gut-wrenching wails that had drawn us to her room had finally subsided. "Mother used to tell fables of vengeful spirits when I was young," Caspian explained, his gaze fixed on the darkened window. "El Silbón was a boy cursed by his grandfather to eternally carry the bones of the father he murdered. He wanders the plains on rainy nights, harvesting souls in a cycle of revenge. Driven into the wilderness by his grandfather’s hounds, he grew gaunt and wretched under the weight of his father’s remains. Even in life, he was a creature of spite; now, as a spirit, he claims lives as if he were a collector of rare rubies."

We've heard of the Headless Horseman, Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Mummy... All male supernatural and paranormal monsters. But what about the female ones? Can't we give them a chance and see what stories they have to offer? Well, we are doing that now in this chapter of the Supernatural Spa and I truly hope you like these tales that were personally experienced by some of my friends at PAS and Paramdam. Enjoy! +++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Hide and Seek

Eddie asked principal Fred anxiously. "You have to travel to the realm of the spirits". Principal Fred said to him. "Realm of the spirits!. How did you know about that?". Mrs. Angelina and Susannah asked principal Fred at the same time. "Come on, I might be a hunter and a principal to you all but I have been in this game even before I knew you guys". Principal Fred replied to them. " The realm of the spirits is a place of nowhere. History had it that the place is filled with the spirit of the dead gods. So, you probably might meet with the four gods." Principal Fred added.

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.