Spirited Away Spirit Novels & Stories

I’m still estranged by this world and everything seems so unreal, it will take time for me to finally adjust to my surroundings. “To call your spirits, you first need to know what type of spirit you are calling. Spirits comes in six types: Air spirit, Earth spirit, Fire spirit, Water spirit, Special spirit and the most dangerous of all, the dark spirit. Usually, spirit users like us are only able to attain three types but, if you’re strong and your body is compatible with all of them, you’ll be able to attain all six but that is a rare case. As for me, I can only call the fire, earth and water spirits. Now, I want you to try calling the earth spirit since we’re in a forest. All you need to d

He had seen Bo ahead of them and there was only one person that he's trying to find right now. Just then, a white smoke came to him. It circled around him, hugging him as though it was longing for him. It danced in his ears and he heard Ferlah's cold voice saying his name. After this, the white smoke guided him back into the battlefield. Prince Zaeius called him but it was like he was under a spell. He just let the white smoke led him away. There was nothing left where Ferlah stood but a small, crystal clear marble filled with a white lightning strikes and white smoke inside. It was her soul power.

With a casual wave of her hand, the Spirit slapped it away. Tao Wu's spirit was afraid of the Spirit. It roared affectedly twice and rushed into Dragon's Wrath. "You can get into it. I'll take you to the outside world," Chu Xun motioned the Spirit to enter Dragon's Wrath. "What is the difference between being trapped in and being here?" She said. "I want to leave and be free." Chu Xun was surprised. "To be free?" She raised her hand and waved it gently. Several tender branches stretched out. She plucked the branches and pieced them together like a human figure. Then she flapped her wings, burst out a hazy light, and walked toward the human figure made of branches.

He yelled, "Don't, Xian'er!" All that screaming was for naught. He was losing more control of his body but his mind was turning sharper. Right now, he finally recovered some of his long-lost memories. "Xian'er, I'm so sorry. I finally remember you. You're the Spirit of the Three Emperors Grand Formation…" The so-called Formation Spirit was born out of the spirit energy inside a formation. The spirit would reawake every millennium and return to the formation after exhausting all of its spirit energy, awaiting the next awakening. Whatever the spirit experienced would also be forever lost.

the spirit began. Its attitude was completely different now compared to before. Raider sat down cross legged in front of the spirit, about three meters away from the bone formation. "I was born on a far far away world a few hundred thousand years ago..." began the spirit. "I have long since forgotten my given name, and have gone by quite a few in my lifetime... you can call me Master Bones."

It seemed he was wrong. “I have no idea what is happening in your world. I heard your call for help. Your bloodline is quite strong. It reached me from a planet I cannot even discern. You are here in spirit only. It’s called Spiritual Transportation. Your spirit is too weak currently. You have only a few more minutes left before you are returned to your home world.” Abe smiled wryly upon hearing the wyvern’s words. His salvation was only short-lived after all. “Don’t look so downtrodden. I didn’t call you all the way here only to give you such news. I have a legacy for you.” The wyvern comforted.

However, it ended up biting on empty air, In the place where the spirit was supposed to be. Rargh! Confused, by its inability to pierce the spirit man, the beast roared madly before landing with a careless thud. Thus, it broke its hind limb. Rargh!! it shook it's head crazily; vexed, it charged forward again. Stirring thick dust in its wake, the beast kept running round in circles, as it received heavy blows and struggled to make out a particular target. This was exactly the power of ancestral spirit—the warrior could use the spirit they communicated with to fight in battle. Thus surpassing all physical limitations.

“Don’t be afraid. Let yourself go. The spirits want to show you something.” “Don’t resist,” Brayden whispered with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. “Accept them.” “We’re here, Elara,” Jayden said, his voice soft and full of a promise that made me feel safe. “You’re not alone.” His words were a pillar that held me up, so I focused on their voices, on their presence. I stopped fighting the energy and let the spirits wash over me. The fear dissipated, replaced by a deep peace. I closed my eyes and focused inward.

And then the spirit wolves appeared. They shimmered into being at the edge of the circle—translucent, glowing, beautiful. Some were large, proud, others small and playful. They padded forward, brushing against the wounded, curling around the lost. The children reached out, their hands passing through their fur, eyes wide with wonder. The elders wept openly. Aria stood at the center, light pouring from her, her hands lifted in invocation. She felt the spirit wolves moving through her—felt the courage of her ancestors, the wisdom of her mother, the promise of her unborn child. She was not alone. She had never been alone.

"What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?" Mira sat on the edge of the bed and began to explain. “ A spirit walker is a very rare and special person that can go to different places in the spirit realm while their physical bodies remain at a particular place. It is like their soul can leave their body and fly to far away lands to see things and hear secrets. It is a very powerful gift, but it is also very scary because the soul can get lost.