Spirit System Novels & Stories

"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.

I suddenly felt alone and bored, and did the only thing that strangely had the ability to cheer me up for the past few months. It was the Spirit Bond, a bond which allowed werewolves to reach out for their long dead family members, and distant relatives. I reached for it as I sometimes do since I heard Beta Maverick explain it to some pack members a few months ago, during one of their numerous visits. But there was no one on the other end of the Spirit bond or even a sign that there was anything there, just like always. As explained by the Beta, the Spirit bond was a communication medium between us and close families who may or may not be close to us at the moment including family members th

But this druid, unfortunately, broke one of those rules. He had fallen in love with a human woman, a young woman he encountered in the forest every day. He knew he should not approach her, that his love was forbidden, but it was inevitable. The woman had seen him by accident, and after years of secret meetings, he could no longer bear the idea of losing her. The druid made a decision: he chose to leave his world and run away with her. He knew that by doing so, the entire supernatural kingdom would reject him. However, his love was so strong that he didn’t care about the price.

“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

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?"

Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius. The next were the blue spirits, they were also known as "The spirits of Time". They harnessed the power to 'stop' time for 5 seconds. Everything and everyone, no matter what that thing or how much strong he or she was, except the user and the spirit, if he or she was within 5-metres radius, then they will be stopped for 5 seconds.

The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—” “Let’s make a bet,” Soma interrupted the spirit. “If he wins this battle, you will be under him in the future. You won’t cause trouble.” Upon hearing that, the spirit clicked his tongue. “What if he loses?” “I will let you go,” Silver responded, “I’ll let your main self reappear in the worlds.” The spirit laughed. “Alright. I accept this bet.”

"Wisdom what are we going to do at this dilemma?" Mikel whose soul is already out of him whispered to Wisdom Do you know what I mean by his soul is out of his body? It means that he has already believed that right now he is dead, just his corpse is still present. The question he asked Wisdom left Wisdom in silent. Because to be positive, there is no smartness or intelligence, not even the best wisdom in the world can lead them out of this place.