The Immortal Has A Guardian Spirit Novel Novels & Stories

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

"Got it." After hanging up, Chad looked out the window, noticing they were on the highway but unsure of their destination. "Where are we going?" he asked the driver, who remained silent, focused on driving. Chad then noticed a tattoo on the driver's wrist, his face darkening. It was a mark of the northeastern spirits. Each category was further divided into guardian immortals and shamanic spirits. Guardian immortals were passed down within a human family, while shamanic spirits were akin to wild animals gaining enlightenment and seeking a disciple to guide them.

“I don’t care who you were a century ago, lady. You should’ve stayed dead.” “Now, Chelsea!” Charlie shouted again. Chelsea—free and furious—slammed both hands to the earth, muttering an incantation under her breath. The ground beneath the Mother erupted, swallowing her legs in a cage of quartz and lightning. “She’s bound!” Chelsea yelled. “But not for long!” “Then let’s finish this!” Tora roared, launching into the air, wings catching the firelight. Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale.

As soon as it finished speaking, the Demon's Soul manipulated a large amount of black energy, which seeped through the cracks and poured into the Immortal's Soul, tormenting it. Seeing the time was right, the Demon's Soul made a gesture, and the Immortal's Soul was slowly lifted by the black energy. The Demon's Soul opened its mouth wide, ready to swallow the Immortal's Soul whole. Just as it was about to reach its mouth, a streak of golden light suddenly flashed from the depths of space, enveloping the Immortal's Soul and protecting it. The Demon's Soul could only watch helplessly, for it knew the source of that golden light—it was a safeguard left by Amelia!

Even when my flesh withered and the centuries dragged on, I had waited — immortal, cursed, faithful. Now she was awake. And I was terrified. Because she should not have remembered me. The resurrection ritual strips away all mortal attachments — names, loves, griefs. But when her eyes opened, the first thing she whispered was mine. Mine. The word still echoed in me like a heartbeat. I pressed my palm against the cracked coffin, and the stone responded, pulsing once, faintly — a dying ember of the old magic. A shadow moved in the far corner of the chamber. I didn’t need to turn to know what it was. The remnants of the Guardians — those cursed spirits bound to protect her rest — were fading now

“gods do not interfere with the guides' relationship with souls. But I will leave you with this: only a soul with a true will to live defeats death. You do not need a spirit or their guidance. Let your will to survive be your guide.” After his voice fades, I sit in silence, thinking over what he’d said. I don’t want to die, I know I don’t. But I’m starting to wonder if the knowledge alone is enough to keep me. I look at the wraiths, they’re just floating in the air, their essence surrounded by a thick reddish-black smoke as they watch me, probably waiting for me to make a mistake. “You have to retake that test.” My spirit guide appears beside me. “You will remain stuck in this realm until yo

~EVE~ I viewed the short card Daniel had slipped into my pocket, saying that it might help me find help. He was clearly joking because what does a seer have to do with an Inyoka tattoo? Seers who can only see the immortal realm when blessed with such power are now everywhere filled with so much fake. I had nothing to do, so I was going to go anyway. My front door was knocked as I looked at it. I sensed an ominous spirit, but I might be wrong this time as I was still recovering. The knock became heavier and heavier as I got up to go check it out.

“Primordial Void Cultivation. It doesn’t use a spiritual root the way most do—it uses the heart, almost literally. All your feelings—grief, love, rage—fuel it. People stopped practicing it. Too dangerous, too unstable. Most cultivators care more about power than about feeling human.” She thought about her great-uncle’s voice. Her father’s disappointment. The fire. “You think that’s what I have.” “I think,” he said, “when you survived something that should have killed you, it cracked something open that was sealed. All the things you tried to lock away—so you could be good and quiet and useful for your clan—they’ve been turning into spiritual energy. For weeks.” He paused. “It’s extraordinary

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

She quickly scooped some more into her mouth and she felt her energy coming back to her, she didn't notice it but damn she was exhausted. "Now that you've regained your energy, sit down and listen I'll tell you everything you need to know" Elle nodded and sat down "For starters, you are still on Earth but in a different realm. A realm that no one in the human realm really knows about. This realm and most of the creatures in it are as old as the first human to exist, it's called the guardian realm because it exists to guard and protect the world, especially humans, yes! Humans" the tree said, and Elle looked at her skeptically