Spiritual Fiction Book Novels & Stories

Better than nothing. I go out into the library, hunting through the rows of books for metaphysical and wraiths. There would be more information at Hallowhaven Academy, but there isn't enough time to go all the way there and back. Besides, I'm worried that Decan or Walsh will catch me and refuse to let me leave again. With a pile of books, I head to an empty table in the back. The first two books were all about chakras and reiki. Next three books were about sacred space, Wicca, and a fiction book about ghost hunters that had been re-shelved wrong.

Manuel’s cock was a bit longer than Noel’s, but Noel’s was so massive that it broke my pussy’s wall when it entered me. The affair we just had was immoral. And I know that if their wives find out about this, they would be attacking me like a prey they would kill. If that happens, would I blame them? Surely not. What I did was extremely unforgivable. It was beyond dignity and morality, both I knew I didn’t equip. My thoughts have run me dry until I finally dozed into sleep on my bed without wearing anything but my comforter wrapped around my body. Manuel has done magic on my body that I think even in my dreams, I could feel his tongue piercing in between my legs. His hot hands were reaching f

I sucked on them as he moved them in and out. “You like how you taste?” he asked. I nodded softly as he pulled his fingers free, saliva dripping from my lips. He stepped back and adjusted himself. “Go home, child,” he murmured darkly. “Pray to God, maybe He’ll send the Holy Spirit to ruin you all over again.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

Before proceeding further, I wish to give a brief introduction about what you may expect from this book, InshaAllah. Her vocation is a spiritual romantic book in genre. The main theme revolving around the connection with the Creator, Allah SWT. How the characters in this book journey from a life of doubt and find faith through the blessings of Allah SWT. "With it, Allah guides whoever obeys the will of Allah to the paths of peace, and takes them out of darkness towards light by His command, and guides them to the Straight Path." (Al Quran 5:16) EXPLANATION OF TITLE: Vocation, maybe defined as,

Her tightly clenched fists and white-knuckled grip showed her displeasure at the turn of events, which made me smirk. "Now, let's begin the real trial," the chief spirit judge said, but then paused and muttered some ancient, mystical words that I couldn't comprehend. To my surprise, a large, ornate book appeared in his hands. He was definitely the spirit judge. The book had a leather cover, intricately embossed with mysterious symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. "This book is called the Book of Life," the chief spirit judge announced, holding it up for everyone to see. The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

The air crackled with the energy of accumulated knowledge, and the scent of aging parchment filled their senses. Row upon row of ancient tomes lined the shelves, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories. As the pack members carefully selected books, the whispers of the past danced in their ears, beckoning them to discover the truths hidden within. Rachel immersed herself in a book that revealed the ancient migration patterns of creatures long gone, tears of both joy and sorrow streaming down her face. She felt connected to the spirits of those who came before, their journeys echoing through her own soul. Sarah found a volume that chronicled the lost art of communication with the