Spirits Of Love 소설 & 이야기

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

The old woman said thousands of years ago there were three best friends one lady and two guys one of the guys fall in love with the lady and they became the best lover birds. One sunny day the second guy which is not dating the lady went out with her to the temple of love and an evil spirit that was caged by one of the powerful wizards escaped. The spirit was on run then went into the love temple because he was scared that the wizard might catch him. The spirit divided itself and penetrate into the guy and the lady they both started misbehaving crawling and licking the floor. When the wizard arrived at the temple of love after tracing the spirit he senses that the spirit is in the body of th

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

I screamed, the sound raw and echoing through the trees, body arching as invisible forces tore at me. The spirits swarmed closer, forms multiplying into a horde of twisted wolves and decayed figures, their claws raking my arms and legs, drawing fresh blood that sizzled on the ground. "Doubt feeds us," they chanted. "She never loved you truly, it was just a fleeting fancy. Now she chooses the one she was made for. Perverse, yes, but fate twists that way." I thrashed against them, swinging fists that passed through mist only to connect with solid hits that jarred my bones. One spirit pinned my shoulder, its weight crushing, while another slashed my chest, fabric ripping as skin split open.

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

**** In the Grand Mansion of the Westwoods. The grand Westwood mansion, once a beacon of elegance and laughter, now stood shrouded in the heavy silence of despair. The setting sun cast long shadows across the opulent facade, turning the vibrant garden into a landscape of sorrow. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, the walls themselves seeming to weep for the loss they contained. Celestine Westwood was gone.

Lena, softened by the alcohol, answered obediently, "I don’t know. But whatever it is, Nate didn’t give it to me." Aaron observed the peaceful resignation in her expression and pressed further. "Do you still believe in love? Do you still want to start a new relationship?" "Of course," Lena said, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyebrows arched into a cheerful expression. "I’m not the kind of person who gets scared off by a bad experience. If I meet someone who makes my heart race again, I’ll love them boldly and passionately." As she spoke, she raised her hand from the shoe cabinet, intending to make a welcoming gesture toward her imagined happiness. But the alcohol muddled her bala

The world spun around me. Elaine had made some serious allegations about dishonesty in the spirit world. A player/cheat in the real world lies about love for temporary sexual relationships. Why would males of the spirit world lie to obtain an eternity with one woman? The logic was absurd. “Elaine, I don’t know what you mean by this. What could an incubus get by overextending their stay?” I queried. “Let me explain it to you. Spirits are obsessive and possessive. They get attached much faster than humans and don’t want to leave,” Elaine emphasized.

Dialogues unfolded like cosmic poetry, and with each exchange, the tapestry of our astral journey shimmered with the promise of love's transformative power. In the celestial ballet, our connection deepened, and a dialogue of emotions played out in the cosmic symphony. Amidst the astral currents, one of us confessed, "Love, a force that transcends realms, reveals its myriad facets in the astral dance." The guardian, a silent witness to our celestial discourse, nodded knowingly, encouraging us to explore the depths of our shared emotions.