Story Spirits Novels & Stories

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

The atmosphere is buzzing with conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses, and according to what I know about the bar, I can testify that this is a place where creativity meets craftsmanship in every cocktail served. Spirit mixology is famous for both its variety and creativity, so I can rest assured that staying in a place like this and flirting with a few ladies will create an awareness in the citizens of Orion that although I am engaged already and have almost gotten to the age of 25 which fulfills two of the requirements on my late fathers will, I still remain, Asher Harrington, the official bad boy and playboy of the Harrington family who has no intentions in protecting his reputation

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

“ What a mess. Yes, you requested for another bottle of Devil's Springs Vodka 160, but I found it alarming that a young lady as you would want to waste away on alcohol. How many bottles have you had?” I think that was a rhetorical question. It's clearly seen how many bottles I have had. “ A bottle of Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whisky, one bottle of Tito's vodka, two of Crowns Royal, a bottle of Campari, and a bottle of Devil's Springs Vodka 160. Trust me, you are killing yourself more faster than the problem you are drinking to forget about.” My baggage is at a corner, the TV is unusually loud, and the tap kept running.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

Fortunately, I still had some of the coins Feryt had given me a day before, so I was going to use it to order. All of it! “Hey, can I…” I waved to the Barkeeper, calling his attention to the only miserable girl in the party house. Great Irony, don’t you think? “Can I get something very alcoholic? I mean, something that can take my head for a deadly spin after a few sips?” I quizzed him and he grew a brighter smile which he shone at me. I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t care. “We have beers and some bottles of Palmos Spirytus. Which do you want?” He asked, still wearing his wooing smile.

It appeared to be a pure distilled spirit that was concentrated. “This was a rare gift to me last Christmas and I took this out for this special night. I admit it, you bitches broke me,” He laughed a nervous chuckle. He filled everyone’s cups with the spirit, it’s strong, earthy aroma begging to infiltrate the room. It simultaneously smelled horrible and palatable. Everyone, except Isa who appeared to sleep, took a chug. “Bottoms-up, bitches.”

He looked at us then let out a light hearted laugh, "alright, I know exactly what to give you both." I had an awkward smile plastered on my lips while the bartender did his magic. “So,” the bartender said, voice smooth, unhurried, eyes flicking deliberately to Addison, “you wanted something special.” I tilted her head with a flirty look, “something strong.” Lovina sighed quietly, “in short, irresponsible.” The bartender’s mouth curved. “I was already planning on it.” He reached for a low crystal mixing glass and set it down between them, as though placing it on a stage. Ice followed, each cube deliberate, sharp, cracking the silence. He poured a clear spirit first, slow and steady, the bottl

I walked on the street with my bag and got into a bar casually. I ordered three cups of whiskey in a row. When I ordered the fourth cup, the bartender pushed a glass of red cocktail to the front of me. "What's this?" I looked at him in a daze. The bartender looked at me with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "This is the cocktail I made for sad women. It is called 'Lost in Dream'." I shook my head and said with a smile, "I thought you would name it 'Say Goodbye to the Past."