Spirit Vessel Novels & Stories

He removed the stone spirit and returned it to its locket, summoning the lightning spirit to the blast rod. This time the weapon spat with the wild strength of a storm. But he kept the spirit in bay, focusing its strength on the barrel. He returned the being to its locket as he pulled the last one. The plasma spirit was different from the others, as dead as a rock but as alive as fire and lightning combined. The entity was an essential core for a voltiir, their weapons shot the weakened version of the being, their cannons launched shells by the guiding rage of their power. Despite their profession’s reliance on the plasma spirit, It was tricky to control one. The stronger essences fought aga

“Is that the ship?” “Do you not like it?” replied Miko. “It is a Vessel Interaction Intelligence. I wanted a talking ship, and so I installed one myself. I can deactivate it, if it bothers you.” “Nono, it’s fine. Could it maybe not be a guy? I mean, it’s kinda weird to hear the Spirit of Amelia as a dude, you know? Or is that just me?” “Hmm, I do not believe it matters. But we can change it however we want. The package comes with multiple voices.”

Chapter: 36 ******** VALE: As I stepped into the embrace of the Spirit River, a shiver of recognition coursed through me. The air shimmered with a luminescent haze, and the water flowed like silver threads under the soft glow of the celestial light. It was a sight that always brought me solace, yet today, my heart felt heavy. The river whispered secrets of the cosmos, but all I could hear was the fading warmth from my earthly visit.

Vorthan said. "No," I said firmly. "If something goes wrong, I want you to lead in my place. You’re the only one I trust." He frowned but said nothing more. I descended into the Spirit Waters at dawn. The lake’s surface shimmered like liquid silver. I stepped in. The cold hit first, then the sharp sting of memories. The water remembers everything. Day One. Visions came. The old wars. The betrayal of my brother. The destruction of the first temple. The night I first crowned Adolfa as the Spirit Bearer. The night I saw her eyes glow with that impossible light.

"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."

Seraphine's eyes sparkled with pride as he watched me master the complex formulas and imbue our creations with potent enchantments. He also introduced me to the ethereal realms, teaching me the art of astral projection and the secrets of communicating with spirits. In the quiet hours of the night, he guided me through meditative practices, leading me on journeys beyond the physical realm. Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world.

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?"

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

“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

Their forms frolicked between dim and bright; they resembled candle lights that were on the verge of going out. “Go,” Mane ordered, and the spears whizzed towards the Wraith like small rockets. Containing tiny packets of immense energy, they were eager to destroy the Spirit before them. “Avoid that now!” the Human Scholar warned. She knew of Spiritus Secernere. It was a scary power that had the ability to destroy the Spirit foundation of any spirit, which was basically death for creatures like Wraiths and Ghosts. It was a King Level Lease that could only be activated by a Spirit Emperor or Empress. She didn’t know how this kid who was merely a High Level Spiritualist could use it, but the im