Spirits Of Love Novels & Stories

Black liquid dripped from his lips. "The well and the water…" the thing paused. "I'm not sure you know about that. They hid it from you. The woman you call your lover and your sister." I swallowed. I wasn't going to totally believe the words of a spirit. "If they hid it from me, they must have a good reason." "Truly, a man in love is like a dead man." The thing laughed. "Then you may or may not know about the mother who wasn't her mother."

Majority of a clergy of priests are not left out of the spirit of the gin age, some priests have been caught countless of times drinking gin in the name of the church communion wine. Out of every five couples, three were married as one partner had successfully hypnotized by the other with the use of a magical spell- the love potion. An age where true love seem not to exist, jinn was used by so many country folks to wish themselves of valuable things to the detriment of others, and even to wish themselves someone else's husbands. especially in the aspect of using love potions to forcefully collect someone's love partner, most of such victims act like puppets.

Our love story, which had begun with a single stroll and unfolded through the seasons of life, had become a symphony of love that echoed throughout eternity. And so, as the universe continued its grand symphony, we, as spirits of love, watched over our legacy, forever guiding and nurturing the hearts of those who would follow. Our love, like the stars that adorned the heavens, would forever shine brightly, illuminating the path for all who sought the transformative power of love.

She walks to the eastern candle, the first that lit when the goddesses entered. “I call upon the spirits of air. Your energy brings communication and clear connections between the heart, the mind, and the body. Bless this couple with the promise of growth and fresh beginnings throughout their lives.” Moving to the southern candle, she says, “I ask the spirits of fire to bring warmth to their hearth, the heat of passion, and the promise of light in the darkness to the union of this couple.” Moving to the west, she says, “I call the spirits of water that they make their love deep, forgiving, exciting, and passionate. That they make their understanding of each other healing and flexible.”

“If this is a tradition of the witch prior to marriage, we should respect it.” I hold the salt in my hands. “Let’s get this party started then.” Mischief dances in my eyes. “Spirits of East, Upon winged beasts, Of air and life in breath, Hear my call! Spirits of South, Flames of hearts and mouths, Ablaze in hearths, Hear my call! Spirits of West, Water of life be blessed, Tides and currents of the seas, Hear my call! Spirits of the North,

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.

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

With that, Kiran abruptly opened the red bottle. “No, don’t!” Caleb’s voice, filled with anger and boundless pain, screamed as if his heart had been pierced. Whoosh! A red ghostly figure emerged from the bottle, transforming into a mist of blood and flying in all directions before vanishing. “That’s my wife Zara’s spirit,” cried a man kneeling on the ground, reaching out as if trying to grasp her. Kiran paused, surprised that the spirit had escaped without a chance for him to offer it peace. He quickly covered the bottle’s mouth with his hand, reciting incantations to calm the remaining spirits.

She hastily asked him. “Yeah, what you're saying does make absolute sense but there's something you need to understand. It's not just the color of your eyes, but your aura and scent. Everything about you seems different. Although it's faint, you have the scent of a shapeshifter, it's almost like your scent is masked. All shapeshifters have a general scent, some stronger than others. A werewolf’s scent is weaker than a Lycan’s scent. You might not understand all that I'm saying now, but you'll get there later. About your eyes, not just anybody could have such color of eyes. Only one type of creature called Dragonas has Orchid purple eyes. And I believe you're a descendant of these creatures.”

Our story is a love song that echoes through time, a melody that will never fail to move us. And so, with hearts overflowing with love, I close my eyes and allow the peace and happiness of this moment to envelop me. Our journey continues, guided by the love that brought us together from the beginning, and I could wish for nothing more. Together we will face tomorrow with the certainty that our love is the force that will guide us forever.