Spirits Of Love Novels & Stories

And my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and I smirk, I don't know what emotion I should feel right now. Anger! Pain! Loneliness! I continued walking, I'm looking at every corner of this place, and saw nothing. "I guess my love escaped again this time," I muttered as the sound of hissing air is all over the place.

Kaitlyn's white teeth were bright against the candle light as her excitement could be visibly seen on her face. "I'm not sure about this." Eryn surprised me, feeling uncomfortable. "Spirits should be left to rest." I forget that although witches and elves held magic, their values, views, and practice were dark contrasts. "Don't fret elf. We don't disturb the rested spirits, we only invite the playful ones. The ones still on this plain. You could even ask them if they find this game disrespectful if you like. Although I promise they'll say no. Spirits get bored and like to play." Kaitlyn didn't look at him as she spoke, laying crystals in the center where the oval and diamond met.

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

In his hotel room Kylas was given a dish, which he was afraid to eat, but later ate the food; Yes this is what defined me to be a man, there is nothing good that comes easy, I have seen and I have heard, this is the point I will allow all the old troubles behind and move on with my life, Rossi told me that her soul has rest in peace, that she is happy where she is, she has even found a love over there, and I should go and find mine, she also told me never to give up in search of my love, and she promised to always be with me spiritually, If she is happy there I need to be happy here for I know that the spirit controls the physical, I believe I can not be harm by anyone because Rossi will alw

I realise just how foolish I sound, the moment I said it, but it was just how I felt. My father laughed. Although it was brief, it had been a while since I had seen him do so. With a wave of his hand, he then said, “I understand more than you realise. Love is a powerful emotion, no matter who feels it. We are connected to mortals in this way, and to the Spirits, though their love is stranger than anything we can know… now begone with you before your mother decides you have to eat and sleep before you go.”

Alois Devaraux, the first Emperor of Heaven who is known for his excellency in crafting weapons, set his own foot on the land of mortals to bring peace and execute the wolves using his very own hands. Meanwhile, in a far away mountain located in the land of mortals home a woman who fell in love with a wolf, Callista Cournellier. Upon searching for a Comfrey amidst the forest, she stumbled upon a man whom she thought of as a hunter, Louis Valentine. Their meetings did not end in this and they eventually got married. The woman soon bore a child in her womb. The gender is still unknown but a decision has been made to call the baby Anastasia if it’s a female, or Gavin if it is of the opposite ge

The firelight in his eyes flickered with unease. “Because we are,” he said simply. Her pulse stumbled. “By who?” “The spirits.” His voice was low, taut with conviction. “They don’t release their prey so easily. Kerric’s death… his blood was an offering. It stirred them.” Her breath caught, sharp and shallow. The memory of Kerric’s final scream under the merciless moon clawed its way into her mind—the way the spirit wolves had passed through him like blades of fire and ice, shredding him into nothing but ash and memory. She swallowed hard, but the taste of iron lingered in her mouth, as if she had been the one bleeding.

I turned to see an unmistakable presence in the room. A shadowy, misty figure appeared in the far corner, flickering in and out like dust particles caught in a sunbeam. It moved with the light, ethereal and intangible, but its presence was undeniable. I stayed still, waiting for the message I knew was coming. The spirits didn’t speak in words. They never really did. It was a blend of broken language and raw emotion, a communication rooted more in feeling than anything else.

I replied to her. However, it was clear that Delia didn't fully grasp the meaning behind my words. So, I proceeded to explain further, "The love potion you desire is a type of bewitching elixir that disrupts one's thoughts. To create it, you must sacrifice something you hold dear. This item carries the essence of your emotions, which will then be transferred to the person who consumes the potion, making them fall in love with you."

The air between them turned cold, heavy. “I’m sorry,” Colleen said at last, her voice gentle but puzzled. “But I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t text you—or anyone, for that matter. Are you sure… Is it really me?” I stood there, hidden behind a shelf, staring. Colleen’s expression wasn’t angry—it was lost, hurt, and utterly innocent. And right then, I saw it. Her purity. Her truth. She had no idea about the ghosts I carried from my past with Stacey. She didn’t deserve to be tangled in my mess.