Spirit System Novels & Stories

- Jacqueline Winspear Time has passed and no matter how long it takes, true love will find a way for us to meet again. Our souls have known each other from the beginning of life even though our appearance has changed. Even if we are in different places or times, we can recognized each other because we feel that the missing pieces is just right there and it hold by someone we've known before. Our heart will always recognize our soulmates.

The light behind the spire pulsed again — stronger, erratic, as though something vast and ancient were stirring beneath the surface. Soreth stepped forward, the faint clink of his armor echoing. “With respect, Councilor, you speak of containment as though it is still possible. The corruption feeds on interference. Every time we attempt to seal a breach, it adapts. What if we are the ones feeding it?” A silence followed — sharp, dangerous. Veyra’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, Soreth.” “I am,” he said, his tone even but weighted. “Too careful, perhaps. We’ve grown so obsessed with control that we forgot what the Vein was meant to be. If the Soulbound is awakening, then the system itself may be rej

I have learn that Droon can’t only eat mana but also spirituality. Spirituality, the source for divine power. If mages use mana to create and manipulate magic and elements. Spirituality is like mana for divine attributes. ‘Just like you said… that sword really release… uncomfortable vibe… it would be very… bad if you got scratch… that sword is full… of dark energy… or what you call… dark spirituality.’ Ah… Dark spirituality. It was equivalent to black magic in terms but it leans on divinity, a dark spirituality means it come from evil gods. Evil gods were the one who does’t have official established churches.

He did not have any scratch on him so that meant that I came on the right time before she could harm him. I still needed to figure out the reason behind her appearance. Spirits were everywhere, but they never encountered humans. They just stayed in their own corners, doing nothing. There were two types of spirits- the evil and the good one. No doubt she was an evil one. Even if she was an evil spirit, there would be no reason for her to attack Ryan because spirits do not have memories. All their memories got erased after death. So what the reason for her attack? And the most important thing, how was Ryan able to see her?

Frank growled coolly in turn, "Seeing that you have manners, I can let you tell me everything before you die." "Then I shall thank you for it." The old man nodded. "So, do you know what the spiritron vein really is?" He did not wait for Frank to answer, however, and continued his monologue. "Nature's spirit? The manifestation of fortunes? No, it's neither! This energy doesn't just exist in Shagan—it exists across the globe. "Remember the vandalized part of that tomb mural? It clearly recorded where that energy is from. It sounds superstitious, but it's actually a part of science, ironically discovered in an ancient tomb."

“Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of our coven. They worshiped Death and wanted to help him like we do with reaping souls, but as you know, our coven is special because we are descendants of Death. It doesn't matter how diluted the bloodline is. The only way someone is a member of our coven is if they have some of Death’s DNA. It’s part of why he always had to have children so often. Though, he solved that with my bl

"I believe that the verses that say that are mistranslated in many cases. Also, God has said that if we are obedient we will be blessed and that if we are disobedient we will not be blessed. So, when people repent and become obedient, God then blesses them. That isn't him repenting... that is him keeping to his word. I have been a pastor for many years and I have seen the blessings of God in the lives of those who keep to his words." Blackwheel nodded, his confusing eyes revealing more of his confusion. "The church believes in resurrection and the concept of hell fire," he said, avoiding the eyes of the pastor and checking his watch. "Where will people who don't know about God go when they d

"What remains now is a New Covenant." Priest Gideon slumped to the floor, defeated. He could feel the truth in her words. Siron felt strong, but she also knew her journey was only beginning. She had two spirits as partners, a bewildered temple, and a world she didn't fully know yet to explore. The halo around her faded, merging into her body. She felt Morat and Lyra present in her mind, calm and supportive. From the corridor she had entered, Kit came running in, accompanied by two Founding Spirits who cleared the path for him.

“Oh?” Pru pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the page and read it aloud. “Spirit magic is a blessing and a curse. We can give people the chance to say goodbye to a loved one, but every second we give to the deceased, it will be taken from the living. We can not change the fate of the dead. We can guide souls and even control them, but they do not belong on this earth once they have passed.” Pru paused to catch her breath before continuing. “It is our job to maintain the harmony of nature, and we cannot play God. Whenever one tries to change to the path that fate has carved out, calamity will be sure to come to fruition.”

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