Spirit Vessel Novels & Stories

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.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

EPILOGUE THE SLUMBERING MAN awakens as he feels something enter him, penetrate his person. It violates him, takes his flesh in unbearable manners. He cries out horribly in the darkness as it works its way inside him, undoing everything, breaking him. Dooming him. I MUST HAVE THIS VESSEL, he hears its voice thunder in his ears, nearly splitting his skull in two. Vessel, the man thinks, not comprehending. Vessel? BODY.

Halloween in Bluebridge is a big thing, it's bigger than Christmas. People decorated the trees along the pathways, front lawns were turned into creepy pumpkin fields. All the street lights were turned off, the only lights were coming from candles, torches, and the stars. People turned on minimum lights in their houses so the essence of Halloween can be captured throughout the whole town. It was a tradition that's been passed on from generation to generation. Bluebridge turned into a murderous ghost town for one night, and Charlene loved it so much.

“Ugh. You are all giving me a headache!” “Love…” I replied. "Is that how love works?" "Kill Vlad and reincarnate him as soon as possible, duh!" Via was already annoyed. “But, my brother will still be reincarnated as a vampire or human, right? So, it’s still forbidden. Must be the reason why she’s still fighting for their love because she doesn’t want to lose him forever,” I added. “To begin with, we reincarnate souls ...” Azrael flicked his finger and just like that we stood near a church. I recognized the church in our town and it was burning with fire. Is this my vision? Is this real?

A cook, stirring a vast pot of stew, felt a wave of quiet purpose, knowing this food would nourish not just bodies, but spirits. It was subtle. Most would never know it was happening. They would simply feel a little less alone, a little more connected to the whole. This was the true purpose of the Vessel. Not to command, but to harmonize. Later, Adrien found me, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow from hauling timber. He sat beside me, his shoulder pressing against mine, and let out a long, slow breath. He could feel the change in the pack's mood through our bond, a calming of turbulent waters.

"It was just that she should be buried according to the customs of her people." Tears sway from the corners of Orchid's eyes and then fall down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of water from the falls. "Poor Sara," she sighs. "Don't be sad," I tell her. "Your friend isn't gone. Nobody's really gone, just like nobody's really here. She's just returned to her place in the Source. See…" With the knuckle of my fingers, I catch a drop of tear on her chin. “We say that a spirit is like a drop of water from a wave in the sea. For a while, he separates himself and believes he is an individual. For an instant it will glisten in the sun, but eventually it will fall. That's not a bad thing. It is good

From the rocky ground, vibrant green-blue glowing symbols emerge, weaving an arcane tapestry in the air. Ethereal spirits materialize, their forms flickering in and out of existence like shadows in the moonlight. With a triumphant smile, the Sorceress addresses the spirits, her voice echoing through the cave. "Feast, my ethereal companions. The vessel is weak and defenseless, unable to resist your hunger any longer." The spirits, hungry and malevolent, converge around me with an eerie anticipation. Their translucent forms undulate, drawn to the lingering essence of my blood that hangs in the air like an unspoken invitation.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with the ancient power channeled through the united spirits within the stones. As the crystals merged, a sudden surge of heat emanated from the center of the altar. The ambient temperature rose, and with an ethereal flicker, the united crystals ignited into a magnificent flame. The fire, not of earthly origin but a manifestation of the spirits' energy, rose with a dance that mirrored the spirits' ethereal nature. The hooded figure observed the transformation with a quiet acknowledgment. "The spirits have accepted your truth," they spoke, their words carrying the weight of mystical authority. "Now, witness the revelations that the flames of the ancestral spiri

Without the flame serpent, this really was a beautiful place. Very soon, they arrived at the middle of the valley where a bright red tree stood. It was not very tall, about the height of an apple tree. However, it seemed to be on fire, radiating waves of powerful heat. There was also a puddle of white liquid under the tree, letting off a tantalizing scent. "Spirit sap?" Wilbur was in shock. Skyler asked, "What's spirit sap?" "It's formed through the absorption and condensation of spiritual energy and heavenly essence for thousands of years. Places with spirit sap are abundant with strange plants filled with spiritual energy like these. They grow because of the spirit sap. They're very, very