Spirits Novels & Stories

Zara'm said as General Gerald smiles. "Yeah?" General replied. "But before that, you offered me something, you offered me, to make me unstoppable, not just that, you offered a huge amount of money, let's talk about it" Zara'm said but she is already feeling dizzy. "And what did you add in this drink that is making me feel so dizzy like this?" she said as she couldn't get herself anymore. "That's the reward baby," General Gerald said with a smile. "You... are... Evil..!" Zara'm uttered with a low cracked and dying voice as she rests her head on top of the General's table.

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

Noah asked again. Brianna flipped her hair and gave Noah a flirty smile, “Spirytus Vodka. But I don’t think that they’ll be dead because of that cheap alcohol. Weeds like them are the hardest to kill. If you pull them out, they’ll eventually grow when the time comes,” Brianna answered.

Expecting her to snap at me because she couldn't get her own way I'm surprised when she whispers "Abyss" like a preyer that shes been waiting to hear, "What's your wolf's name?" I ask curiously "Sandy" "Sandy" I laugh "That's fitting with the storm you can whip up". Before we know it we are both laughing until eventually, Desert asks "So are you gonna tell me what Lanna said or not?" "Oh yeah, right I forgot about that, well Lanna had another vision". Once I had filled Desert in on what Lanna had said we snuggled down to get some sleep.

"Listened, Samantha. When I throw myself at the opposite end, I want you to swim as fast as you can to the edge of the opposite side." "What do you mean throw yourself to the lake?" "I will be the bait, and you cross it as fast as you can. I will hold the fog off. Okay?" I shooked my head. "No, Samuel. I'm not going to let you do that. There must be another way. You can fly me off like you did when we are the underworld." "No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm."

The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.

Diego echoed softly, "what did we humans do to you that was so bad? Why do you hate us so much?" "Because humans are a virus to the world" said the Spirit, "an error that needs correction by extinction." There was a silence and the Spirits face was almost touching Diegos. Her red eyes never left her for a moment. Diego didnt move, they stared at eachother. "So you're not going to help me" Diego said. She turned her back at her to leave then she paused and said, "I'm sorry for what you went through. I didnt know."

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

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.

James was stockier, built like a linebacker, solid and powerful-looking. Once we were all inside and the introductions were done, I led everyone into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable, guys. Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Or maybe something harder?” John leaned back. "Scotch on the rocks would be great, man.” James nodded with a grin. “A beer sounds perfect for me.” I headed into the kitchen to fix the drinks, and Vera followed right behind me, saying she’d help. As soon as we were out of earshot, I turned to her and whispered, “Okay, what exactly are you up to here?”