Spirited Away Novels & Stories

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

the short-haired female called when she notices that her friend was staring at the thin air again spacing out again, she slightly waves her hand in front of the blonde female. “Oh, sorry what was that again?” After being startled by what her friend did, the female blonde said “Well, I'm just hoping that our company will offer us with an outing similar to the one we had last summer.” She paused to put down the paper she was arranging on her desk and then looked at her friend before continuing. "Anyway, are you all right? I mean, it's extremely unusual to see you, Valerie Farrell, the highly dedicated employee of Kiwi Incorporation, set aside a lot of time or should I say ‘spacing out."

We go to my room, and I make myself comfortable on my bed, whereas he lies on the bean bag. "But I am warning you I am going to watch emotional and sad movies." I warn him. I always get super emotional during this time. I watch sad movies and cry my heart out so, I will be less emotional in the coming days. "Fine. what movie do you want to watch?" "The movie is called 'Ride Your Wave' it's a Japanese animation movie it's about a firefighter and a surfer who falls in love," I inform him. "Ok, seems interesting." And suddenly, a thought strikes me.

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

“Alright, I got my answer. Now let us go fight some evil wizlings,” “What?” I asked, looking at him impossibly. “You love me and I love you. That’s enough for me,” he beamed at me and once again I was astounded. “Nice work Harly, now we could finally go to that battle right?” A spirit appeared beside Johann, it was a wizling wearing a huge armor and wields a huge sword. I recognized him from my memories. It was Valencia. I smiled at him as I recognized him he looked surprised when I did. Then he cleared his throat.

Just then, a figure shot out of the river and came flying in James and Thea’s direction. “James, watch closely!” Thea called aloud and darted forward. She did a small spin and gave the figure a heavy kick, sending it in another direction at incredible speed. Meanwhile, several figures had shot out of the river, traveling in different directions in the air. These people started kicking and passing around Waitara Path’s soul spirit, who was the first figure to come out of the water and whose Primordial Spirit was missing, as if he were a ball. James was intrigued as he watched the others have fun passing the ‘ball’ around. “Do you get it?” Thea asked.