The House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

This time, she wouldn’t lose. The temple reared up from the landscape like an accusation, like a final, immutable judgment. Amelia clutched the crystal vial, her lifeline, her curse. It was time. She stepped inside, the entrance yawning to receive her. The air was frigid, a sharp bite that seared as it froze. Shadows flitted across the walls, spectral and vicious. Spirits materialized, each with eyes like voids and movements like decay. A sound, half shriek, half whisper, slashed through the air, hungry and insistent. Amelia flinched but held her ground. “You won’t stop me!” she cried, each word fueled by terror and defiance. The spirits converged, a storm of malice, but the blood in her vei

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I have something important for you.” She said, walking past him and over to the desk. If she finds the presence of the half naked woman in my arms off putting. She doesn’t show it. “There’s a high level of spiritual presence in the house. And it seems to be growing by the minute.” Adriana stiffens some more if that as even possible. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I stared at her, my eyebrows almost reaching my hairline. “There’s spirits or really strong witches who work with witches around.”

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

How idealistic of him. As for the house he mentioned? It was just a worthless secondhand house. Besides, Riverpolis had been shifting its economic center to the south over the past few years, which caused the houses in my area to fall. That house was really not worth that much money. He wanted to use my money to get himself a good reputation? This was a great plan, and it was clear that he was not the one who thought about it. I looked toward Joy, and she was startled. I could see the excitement she did not manage to hide.

If it means what he thinks it means, then it makes perfect sense why they are the chosen victims. ‘Those who accept their end will rot for as long as their soul had been dead’ also supports the rotting corpses despite it being freshly killed. There had been no implications of struggle, or bruises. It meant nobody fought it physically. It was an intangible entity…making it all the more dangerous. “Hmm…” She returns her gaze to the book and searched for a name. “This book calls it the Plague for the Miserable. I’ve yet to read a cure or a way to prevent it. But fret not, that’s what I will look for today.”

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

Shaw-Meredith House was blazing like a beacon, flames leaping high into the night sky. Katie thought she could hear muted howls resounding from deep within the place, from its very beams and its walls, exploding from the dark heart of it, careening down fiery hallways and staircases. She imagined wispy shapes darting to and fro, spirits on fire, shades burning in the inferno, and wailing as their refuge was consumed. Whether any of it was real or not she wasn’t sure. A tremendous crash came from the dwelling as upper floors fell onto the ones below them.

She stifled a yawn. “Uhmm.. Right. I did.” Gosh. I felt like a high schooler in front of his crush. “La Casa dos spiritus.” “What?” She stared at me in confusion. “The house of spirits? It's a place in Salamina, right?” “Ohh… La Casa de los Espíritus. Yeah, it is. What about it?” “Is it really haunted by spirits?” “Definetly!” “Really?” I sat up in my chair. “Have you been there? You've seen them? Heard them? Tell me all about it.” I rattled off like a 3 year old who had too much ice cream.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.