Spiritual Meaning Of Black Ants Novels & Stories

"I was raised to believe there were very few Black-furs capable of such feats." Hades watched as King finished his drink. "There aren't. Which means someone is harming my spiritual kits, the Black-furs in this country, driving them to duress en masse and harvesting their innate hex auric power. They aren't killing them, though I don't know what kind of magick is keeping them alive to harvest the power to make the vortexes."

Never Again 🌷 “The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.” Paulo Coelho ~•~ It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core. Black.

They crawled from the earth like they were being born again. Sarah’s breath hitched. “Those aren’t spirits.” “No,” the First Bearer said. “They are what your leaders buried. What the Spiral tried to erase. They are meant to walk this land.” John backed toward Sarah. “They’ll destroy Black Hollow.” “They are Black Hollow,” the Bearer said, her voice layered with many voices. “This land was built on sacrifice, It’s only fitting it falls by the same hand.” David arrived then, panting, his coat soaked through from rain above. “We saw the sky split. What happened?”

Nadia hissed, her teeth bared at Dain and I though it wasn’t us she spoke to. “My sister lost her identity along with her humanity when she chose to follow that thing.” Antonio sniffed, staring down at Nadia with pure contempt on his face. There were ghosts in his dark eyes, aching and clawing to free themselves, but he held strong. Nadia let out a laugh that sounded more like an unhinged cackle. “That thing is our God—our master. You’ve seen firsthand how giving it is, how it rewards its followers with incredible power. Would your Black Bull do the same, Antonio Thatcher?” She snarled, her honeyed voice morphing into something animalistic as she uttered his full name.

Then they were swallowed by the little black dots and were instantly reduced into a pile of white bones. "Illusory Spirit Flying Ants!" After seeing the true appearance of these little black dots, Xiahou Hongxiang turned pale with fright. The Illusory Spirit Flying Ants were only fourth-level demonic beasts, so one Illusory Spirit Flying Ant wouldn't cause too much damage to the soldiers who could easily kill it. However, there were tens of thousands of Illusory Spirit Flying Ants in front of him. They were like a dark cloud. This was not something that ordinary soldiers could withstand.

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

"Not physically, your bodies will remain here, safe. But your wolves Diamond and Apollo, will travel the spiritual pathways to confront whatever dark forces the Northern Alliance has gathered." I exchanged glances with my brother. "Is that even possible? To project our consciousness that far?" "For ordinary wolves, no," the Priestess replied, her hands moving methodically as she prepared herbs and crystals around the pool's edge. "But you and your brother are Blackthorne heirs. The goddess's blood runs strong in your veins. Distance means little in the spiritual realm when one has such a connection."

She squeezed her eyes tight shut and gripped the barrel of her gun, the metal cold against her skin. She focussed on the sounds of the waking forest on the leaves rippling in the fresh breeze above her and the chorus of owl birds, which to her signified bad omen yet to happen. Fear in her started again. She tried to control her breathing, slowing her breath so she could taste the earthy air. She tried to ignore the sound with her but it was consistent. "DON’T GIVE UP IMANI, OPEN YOUR EYES THEY ARE NOT LIKE US. THEY APPEAR STRONG BUT THEY ARE WEAK, THEY DESERVE TO DIE"the Black Mamba commented.

I blink, and all of a sudden, I can see through it. They’re ants, crawling over each other to get a piece of a dropped crumb, giddy to feel someone else’s body under their feet, grateful that it’s not their turn to be crushed this time. Their contempt isn’t something I have to bear. It belongs to them. It’s a whiskey before bedtime so they can sleep at night, a toke before work so they can get through the day. It’s theirs, another crutch they use to drag themselves through their small, scared, bitter lives.

He said, remembering the form of gray and black smoke with red eyes. "Well, they are still dead. Spirit of lost warriors, taken from the grave without permission and forced to obedience without rest. That's what a shadow warrior is, right?" Melvina asked, her gaze resting on Esther. " Yes. At least that's what the book said." Esther replied. " What book?" Anthony asked. " We need to find a way to defeat this things. They might be heading here." He said, thinking of the disturbance it would create in the county. This would make the news. He thought.