Spirit Vessels Novels & Stories

He let it run through his fingers. “The thing with Floaters, that’s what we call spirits like Stevie and Paulo, is they can’t attach themselves to someone who shares the blood of one of us. Therefore, they can’t touch our parents, grandparents, children if we have any, and there are certain contracts they have to honor, such as that of marriage. Say, I married then they wouldn’t be able to harass my wife because my wife and I have a binding contract with God.”

Aurora argued. The man was thinking if he should tell her something that was the reason why he decided not to get Elinor yet. You see, although they came from the clan of witches, The Spirits never really identify themselves to what kind of creature they are. They were not witches, definitely not werewolves, and even more so, they were not vampires. Because they are far superior to any of the creatures mentioned. But it is true that the only thing that can match their strength was the power of a were-witch hybrid.

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.

“What you mean, because of us, what did we do to anger the heavens towards Blake?” Seeing the concern on her face, Gerold got the confirmation he needed. “It’s because you are the Spirit Sprite, Tabith, Tabby, and Sylvia are the Spirit Vessels, and all four of you will be for Blake’s cultivation, and the heavens are jealous of him. There is a price to go against the heavens, and Blake will bear it for you four.” Gerold explained to Claire.

"It stinks, my lord. It's not anything good, I'm sure of it!" Spirits were drawn to aromatic herbs. This was mentioned in countless tales and myths in Farshyan history. Spirits who were exposed to herbs burned in sacred sites would gain fortune, which was helpful when they wanted to become spirit sorcerers. This was why spirits were glad to take a whiff of those herbs. Nyx and the twins' aversion to the pendant's contents and Sam's previous behavior clarified things for Aria. Aria smirked sardonically. "The contents inside are probably a blend of herbs we call 'The Concoction of Death.'"

“You will need to memorize this call: Spirits of East, Upon winged beasts, Of air and life in breath, Hear my call! Spirits of South, Flames of hearts and mouths, Ablaze in hearths, Hear my call! Spirits of West, Water of life be blessed, Tides and currents of the seas, Hear my call! Spirits of the North, Rich soil, rock, and trees spring forth, The eternal source, Hear my Call! Spirits of the Corners,

They can’t because there was one last hitch that they need to deal with… They needed to identify one unruly evil spirit inside the girl since it didn’t want to let go. They have been telling the demon to say its name but it wouldn’t. The spirit just talked and talked and talked through the girl, saying various pitiful, repeated, and very irritating things. Prayer warrior 1: Guys, let’s have some discernment here. What demonic spirit is this? Prayer warrior 2: (closes eyes for a bit) Hmmmm… spirit of denial?

The ones who stayed were so afraid of losing their men, they started sending women to do the men's work. Fishing, harvesting, chopping trees down, women learnt to do it all. Until women were followed by a similar fate. They didn't disappear, but started going insane. The little ones who spoke before taking their own lives started talking about the spirits of women living in the woods. Women so beautiful, they couldn't bear with the sight of something so celestial, they preferred the cold hand of the death.

Kael and Lucien stood behind her, silent, steady, still bearing the marks of loyalty and fire. Saphira stood to her right, their hands still clasped, bound not just by blood but by the bond reforged in trial. Sister to sister. Shadow to flame. Then the sky split open. Not with violence. But with revelation. A river of fire poured from the heavens, slow, spiraling, alive. It was not destruction. It was not wrath. It was awakening. The Fire Spirits. They descended not as beasts or gods, but as forces, primordial, eternal. Older than the Moons. Born of the first breath of the world. They swirled through the ruined temple in a dance of living flame, weaving through broken columns, coiling around

Vera bowed to Alpha Kai to make her request. "He said he's okay, should we still be worried?" Alpha Kai seemed doubtful, he peered into Elder Bard's eyes. "The spirits only whisper into the mind of their hosts, convincing them strongly that they are doing the right thing and these hosts will go to any length to see that their wish come true. Alex is a good example, despite knowing the consequences of his actions, he was determined," Vera explained, moving closer to Alpha Kai.