Novel & Cerita Spiritual Fiction Book

Suddenly, the book flipped open and the pages began to flutter back and forth. I stood up in shock, knocking my chair over as I did. The sound of the chair clattering against the floor broke Miriam from her thoughts. She grinned as she saw the book, laying open to a page labeled "Hybrids". "Miriam." I sputtered. "What was that? That book just moved and flipped pages on its own. That's not any kind of fae magic I've ever seen." She looked at me, amusement in her eyes. "I told you, it's my book, it responds to me. I'm spirit fae, and while I may not know much about what that means, I do know that I have a connection to dark magic."

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

Small, arched windows let in moonlight when I move into the center of the main floor, but the lights are already on and dimmed, probably because the spirits realized I was coming this way and took care of that for me. It’s hard not to get distracted. This place is just… beautiful. Dark wood, black stone, silver finishes…. Yeah. I’d like to just disappear here. I’d have everything I’d ever need. Solitude. Books. The ever-watchful eye of the spirits who can drop food out of thin air. My fingertips graze spines of leather and fabric as I walk up the spiral staircase lined with shelves. Millions of books live here, I bet. I’d spend an entire lifetime counting. My fingers graze a leather-bound sp

In the hunter’s book, it was mentioned that only a hunter whose pure heart was blessed with this power to sense them and sometimes see them, and only those hunters could read the book related to it. And there was no doubt in it that Sophia had a heart of gold. ‘But lost souls or evil souls are rarely found, right?’ Brandon thought. But then he mentally slapped himself for thinking something so stupid. If there could be devils, angels, and other creatures on the earth, despite having heaven and hell for them, then there could be spirits as well, who would have been roaming freely like a ghost or Banshee.

Dust covered most of its surface, and the pages looked ancient. "This came from Elder Rowan's private collection." I frowned. "And?" Jackson carefully opened the book. Several pages had been marked, highlighted, and referenced. His finger stopped on one specific passage. "You need to read this." I pulled the journal closer. The handwriting was difficult to decipher, faded badly by age. Yet one sentence immediately stood out. My blood ran cold. Beside me, Sienna read it too and froze. The passage described spirit-bound wolves. Rare wolves capable of existing partially between the physical and spiritual worlds. Wolves capable of sensing things others couldn't. Seeing things others couldn't. Co

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

To get comfortable I placed a pillow below my head and the soothing weather was the perfect one accompanying me in passing some me time. I started the book and it was about a saint who traveled the corners of India just to get the inside peace. The book was so fantastically written and the experiences he got by meeting one and another person about mysticism and spirituality really blown my mind away. The things he wrote about his spiritual experiences created goosebumps on my hand. I was so inside the book that I hardly realize someone was watching and reading with me too.

About my grandmother. High Priestess of the entire southern coven. She’d helped me track the book, opened doors in the spiritual plane I hadn’t dared touch in years. But that wasn’t what haunted me. What haunted me was the man in the alley. If you could even call him a man. I’d been halfway to the coven house, the book wrapped in a silken cloth under my coat, when he appeared from nothing—a shadow peeled from darkness. His eyes had glowed like stars. He hadn’t moved like a person.

The book title says "The Golden Book of Mysteries" Sandra looked at it and mumbled to herself "Good I found it in Celestial kingdom long back. Now let's see more about you in this book Faith sister" Saying so Sandra smirked.

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with