Story Spirits Novels & Stories

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

“Only for Lucifer to crash her high school’s prom. Voicing that he would be facing her, shortly.” The woman then turned to Ava with sadness in her eyes. “I am sorry for your part in all of this dear. But sorry for me sounding unpalite, but what makes you so special that he wants to go after you?” Ava sighed, “I would like to know that too.” She then thought ofr a minute. “I know I see things that normal people shouldn’t… I helped spirits crossover, I guess.” The man froze, as he blinked at her. “You…can do what?”

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

She leaned closer to my ear so I could hear her better. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She’ll regret that. I turned to the bartender. “Strongest shot you’ve got. Make it a double.” I don’t think Kayla heard me order. The bartender was quick to pour our shots. Kayla turned to me with wide eyes. “What is that?” She asked me. “Spirytus Vodka” The bartender answered her question. I grinned at her

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Noah asked again. Brianna flipped her hair and gave Noah a flirty smile, “Spirytus Vodka. But I don’t think that they’ll be dead because of that cheap alcohol. Weeds like them are the hardest to kill. If you pull them out, they’ll eventually grow when the time comes,” Brianna answered.

I quickly grab a coat to run outside when suddenly, the door breaks open. From where I stood, I could smell the stench of alcohol all over the room, it's so strong that I'm feeling tipsy and I didn't even drink. He's drowned himself in alcohol, he obviously has a death wish. A drunk Jasper staggers into the room with a bottle of alcohol. I made to grab it from his hands and read, "Spirytus Vodka. 96% volume. My word! this is insane." What the hell was he thinking getting that much alcohol. "Jasper, what are you doing." I put the bottle away and lend him a shoulder.

Although the man and the fat god are in soul form right now, spirits can still be taken as it came from the purest of souls; that of an unborn child, the innocents. The souls of gods and immortals can at will devour another soul but they are such an innovative race that they found out that liquor using those innocent souls tasted unusually sweeter. Thus, the spirit liquor industry developed. "Why not," the man confirmed and blink near the table. Although they were talking earlier, their distances were several millions of kilometers apart. As the man and the fat god seated the latter said.

The spirits look clear, and not have color. "Why are the spirits colorless?" Ardina asked curiously. "They have lied a lot during their lives to other people in the world. They took a lot of other people's rights that they shouldn't have taken. And that's the punishment, they look confused." Olive said at length. Ardina disturbed understanding. Olive's explanation was very clear.

He ran towards me and hugged me very tight, he looks different, but before I ask any question I should take him outta here. I dragged him out of the members glares, yup and it's including Addison, he looked fitted and strong. “How? What really happened?” I asked him, of which I knew he understands my question. But he dragged me to a corner and hugged me once more, his long hair was now shortened. "I was given a spiritual monstrous dog blood to drink," he answered, grinning from ear to ear. "A dog's blood?" I was confused.. “A great dog, and a mixture of garlic, ginger, cinnamon and lime to make the liquor to get me strong and sane.." he explained.