Spiritual Doll Novels & Stories

“My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.” The being didn’t respond and stared silently at her. Tyr pulled away from the doll and turned around her back. Leering at the being, she said, “I don’t care what you did, bring my child’s soul back to me.” The being knelt down, heeding her command before a static suddenly happened, indicating the being trying to get out from the dark space. The surrounding shook violently as it tried to get out, and finally, after literally making a mess of the spatial magic around the looming darkness, the being escaped.

Only a flesh-colored smear appeared where his eyes, nose and mouth should be. “Are ye ready? To accept the offering of One Whose Name Is Not to be Spoken? Are ye willing? To be made over into His Unknowable Image?” Despite the fear clenching my guts, I nodded. He reached down, his massive fingers spread. I could see that ring with the onyx stone set in it. Could also see the blazing yellow symbol on it writhing . . .

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

That stunned me, and a bad feeling slowly rose in me. He continued, "My boss, George… has problems getting it up. The doctors said that it's psychological. I just need you to play along and pretend to be a doll and help him restore his manliness. Once this is done, I'll become the manager of the entire department." My eyes widened incredulously, unable to believe my ears. I sternly reprimanded him, asking in retort, "What do you think I am? Some sort of tool for you to use?"

She told him that she was the one who loved him most in the world. Barely four years old, wide-eyed, and full of trust, Dennis walked over to me. For a moment, I thought he might offer some comfort, some love. Instead, he gave me a clumsy shove. “Worth... worthless!” he stuttered. He then turned to his grandmother, looking up at her with bright, eager eyes, clearly hoping for praise.

The one I thought was Daniel began to speak again. “We want to be free,” mentioned the ghost boy. “We need you.” “Why?” I squeaked. “Because we can speak to you,” informed it. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, thinking I really needed to start moving and leave. “You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.”

"Why are you apologizing?" I look down, unable to meet his gaze. "Because I dragged you into this mess." "Isabella, look at me." I lift my head. Meet his deep, gray-blue eyes. "You did nothing wrong," he says. "He did. And fixing what's wrong is what I do best." His words bring tears to my eyes. Two days later, I'm back in my studio. The Madonna is finished. Her eyes are full of mercy, as if forgiving all the sins of the world.

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

He stretched the energy ball until it was shaped like a human. “Am I wrong?” Silver asked. “How can a mere living being in the Soma Daeclon Rank be compared to me?” the spirit roared angrily, “If it were the old days, I could stab him to death with one spear.” “He’s the first living being to obtain the Three Treasures Integration.” Soma insisted calmly, “As for you, you’re just an outlaw!” The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—”