Spiritual Doll Novels & Stories

Alex looks up at her from his phone and smirks. "Welcome doll." He says putting his phone away. "You said you will not treat me like this anymore." She says standing in her spot, not being able to walk to him. "I don't think I ever said that doll." He stands up and starts walking to her. "Then why am I here Alex? I don't want to be your toy anymore, which you can take to a hotel once in a while and play with." She looks him in the eyes as her tears threaten to spill. But she won’t fall weak this time, she will be strong this time and hold her ground and get what she wants from him. She won’t let him do as he pleases anymore. "But you're my toy and that will never, we both know that. You're o

Everything in it was dusty and covered with spider webs and dead spiders. I picked an old short broom which lay at the side and cleared the spider webs from my path as I walked on. I almost screamed when saw a dead rat at one corner. What sort of a barn is this? Are the owners dead? This place looks like it died with time. I reached where the portrait of the demon I had seen was and I dusted it of. My body kept shaking at each glance I gave the wooden doll. There is definitely more to this than meets the eye.

Claire explained, astonished Julie and Consuela. “Is it that easy to get to this realm?” Julie asked. “I____I’m known as a Spirit Sprite. The Tree of Life resurrects Tabby. Tabitha and Sylvia are Spirt Vessels. You can consider this a cheat for us to cultivate our full potential. If other practitioners learned of this, our lives would be hunted down and tried to be used by them. This is why we keep it a secret and get stronger, so we will not be used.” Claire explained to the two women.

" asked Dereus " Do you smell that?" asked the psychic while sniffing the air around her " smell what?" " it smells, it smells like heaven" " what the..." the psychic than started running in the direction of the smell and that's when it happened both of them opend the door at the same time " mate" Dereus was looking weirdly at the psychic and his son " oh my" says Kaya and Bella who where in the same room as Draco and Celea while the psychic opened the door

Careful not to thread on the shrubs of Baby’s Breath that surrounded the statue, Journee tip toed around, finding empty spaces to land her feet. So, this is where he buried her. Ma’oz nodded in approval. Right in the centre of this stone clad room, artificial lighting shines on a statue of the Spirit of Sorrow and Retrospect. She has long been the symbol of everlasting sorrow which also signifies life and knowledge. The Spirit of Wisdom itself. The Demon King followed the little golden threads that surrounded the place. Unwinding them, he found himself standing to the Northwest corner. Here, somewhere among these flowers was the resting place of one well loved – the lover of a previous demon

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

Jack whispered in disbelief. The sense of loss felt by Jack as if his mate had died almost made him shed tears, but he remembered that he had been informed that Morena’s body was just a doll, he only needed to provide another body so that the soul of the strongest witch returned again. Da*n it! Is it true that Morena’s body is gone? I have to see for myself. Yes, the one hiding the soul of Mellisa’s twin and the body of the black witch Pearl Collins that Sabrina is currently searching for is jack.

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,