Spirit Vessels Novels & Stories

he rubs my back and gives me the bottle to drink more water. "Thanks" I clean my mouth and sit up, resting my back on the head board "But you saw him in your dream, how can you even think it's real, I mean what if it's just your head playing with you" "Bryne somehow, dreams have connections with reality" My mom has always told me this, she told me some dreams could be revelations, some could just be plainly our imaginations, it's just left for our spirit to figure out and my spirit tells me this is not my mere imagination. I haven't even thought of this in a while so it can't be my imagination.

“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

He then waved his right hand and a table with two chairs appeared. On the table was spirit liquor, this is a legendary wine that only gods and immortals could drink. If a mortal won the lottery and got the money to buy this godly medicine, his soul would explode with the first sip of the liquid. That's how incredible this wine is. Its purpose is to expand and refresh the soul which a soul of a mortal housed by a mortal body cannot certainly hold such change. Although the man and the fat god are in soul form right now, spirits can still be taken as it came from the purest of souls; that of an unborn child, the innocents.

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.

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

Although it has the name 'spirit crystal,' it didn't object shaped like a piece of crystal. For example, Wind Spirit Crystal, Vitruj, belonging to Weather Goddes, Alina, Having a form of robes worn by wanderers in the desert. This heirloom has the power to control the wind and weather. What an incredible power, I thought. Another heirloom had different effects on each other. Suddenly my eyes fixed on one spot on the page.

“They have guided us and watched over us, and tonight, we pay tribute to their memory.” Jarvis, Liberty, and Levi gathered around Sevena, each carrying a small offering—a bundle of herbs, a vial of moonwater, and a lock of hair from their ancestors, respectively. These offerings symbolized their connection to their lineage and their commitment to honoring the spirits of their forebears. The ritual began with Sevena lighting a sacred fire at the center of the altar, its flames dancing in the night like spirits awakened from slumber. She then led the family in a chant, their voices blending with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind.

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

The voice said as it's speeches echoed everywhere. "Then I guess you can tell us more about this temple if am not mistaken about what you said you once was,Do spirits still exist in this temple even though it's been thousand of years since the curse plague was unleashed?" Brock asked,trying to know more before they proceed. "Yes,there are spirits,thousands of blood thirsty and freedom hungry spirits,They will kill any living soul they encounter,except the human that was said to be able to break the curse and free them here" The voice took a pause for a while then continued.

bla bla bla. " No Vihu… I can't .. I can talk to you and help you with my words . That's it. I can't help you in other ways. Every Spirit doesn't have any powers except words.. what you see in movies and dramas that souls can do stupid things sorry in reality it's not possible we are restricted with many rules.. like me.. who committed suisse I can use my words to guide you and help you. It's my limitations. ." She explained and Vihu regretted somehow in his previous words.