Spirit System Novels & Stories

he then says as his tone turns more serious, “explain what is going on. You wouldn’t have disturbed my meditation if it wasn’t serious. Why do you want me to free the spirit?” I’m glad that at last, Rem seems willing to listen to me. I don’t know what I’d do if he continued to mistrust me. Perhaps it is because he can sense the truth of my feelings that he is giving me this chance? Even if we’re in the mind-space, we’re still connected by our mate-bond. “The spirit is your other half,” I explain again, this time with Rem listening to me. “I know it was a little scary when it took over during our… intimate moment, but the truth is, you’re just waking up and the spirit is just that part of you

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

— Agency for Spiritual Surveillance and Ethical Tracking. She folded her hands. “You are causing systemic disruption.” James raised an eyebrow. “By praying?” She stared at him. “By influencing mood, memory, and monetary decisions through undocumented metaphysical practices.” James exhaled. “You mean miracles.” “No,” she replied. “We mean unlicensed awakening.” He smiled faintly. “You can’t license God.” She leaned forward. “But we can silence His messengers.” James stood. The chair didn’t stop him. Fire glowed in his eyes.

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

"It's not too late to be hopeful this can change your whole life. I had a cousin who was a late bloomer and transformed during his twentieth birthday. My family believes that something happened in the spiritual realm that made the transformation delayed." "The spiritual realm?" This was the first time she heard of it. "It is an invisibe realm where we get our spirit wolf or any other spirits from the other races. The spirits also bond and find their own partners in which the 'mate' is created. They are fated for each other no matter what refusal you have against the mating bond it's unescapable. Other than that the dead souls also wander in the spirit realm turning into a spirit wolf." Iris

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

Spirit creation! It was a metamorphosis in one’s spirit, a metamorphosis in one’s type. It was a change that occurred when one’s spirit reached a certain level, and turned into a metamorphosis. A creation that occurs as everything is made anew. Zephyr’s Spirit Realm was now a realm that was solid and grounded, a realm where his spirit’s potency had maximized itself. Despite that, his energy flow suffered no quandaries. In fact, it hastened to compete.

** Paige’s POV ** I feel it before Ronnie says the words, a subtle pull in my chest, threads tightening between me and each of them, different textures, different temperatures. “You are Spirit,” Ronnie says to me, his voice steady. “Not light alone. Not life alone. Spirit is will, choice, meaning. You connect what is, what was, and what will be.” My stomach warms in response, a soft answering thrum that makes my breath hitch. “And they,” Ronnie continues, turning slightly, “are the elements that allow Spirit to exist in the physical world.”

HOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLLL…!!!!! My howl echoed then followed by Destine who was Sabrina’s wolf. Yes, Sabrina apparently has powers blessed by the moon Goddess herself, her wolf is a white wolf only known to be possessed by the moon Goddess herself, no one else is heard to have her and I, with my own eyes see her and she is my mate. Is this a blessing from you moon Goddess? An answer or a favor for me who has spent all this time alone and sad?

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"