The Spirit Catches You Novels & Stories

This was her second time and her walls were foreign to such big invasion. Adam lost all the worldly contact accepts the woman underneath him. He began moving his hip in a fast rhythm unable to control his desire for her. “Look at me, witch.” Adam ordered in his lusty tone and she peeled her lashes. Her green hazy eyes met his dark obsidian ones. Her heart jolts. Witch! Yes, she is a witch. Only witch can cast such spells where a person loses his sanity, his entire existence. “Stop... calling me that.” She breathed out while her eyes send him a glare for calling her names which made that asshole smirk in response.

When I'd seen Mirelle in a wedding gown identical to mine and intimately leaning close to Theron, my last thread of lingering attachment snapped. The sudden call for the northern meadows suddenly hit me like a gust of wind, and the idea of running wild across endless open fields was too tempting to ignore. So, instead of boarding the original plane, I headed straight to the port and bought a one-way ticket bound for the northern meadows. I never knew that the flight I ditched had crashed or that Theron had unraveled into obsession just to find me. But even if I had, I wouldn't have cared. In the northern meadows, I met plenty of new friends. The wolves there were open, honest, and treated ev

Ever demands, crossing her arms across her chest. “Levi is capturing spirits who come to our concerts. Spirits enjoy coming to the concerts to hear the music because it soothes their weary souls. My father made this a safe place for spirits to come and find peace from the music. It’s why he took up residence here in the first place and in the process, fell in love with my mother. For seven months, at every concert, spirits show up here, and they never leave. Levi is capturing them somehow, and I assume his little star, Mina, is helping him. Despite being half-ghost, my knowledge is limited when it comes to spirits, and it’s even more limited with magic. You have the knowledge to help me figu

SAPPHIRE I looked around and my eyes stopped on the closet, it was partly open. I walked towards there sniffing and opened it, I lightened up a bit as I saw clothes there that I can use. There was a black oversized shirt there and a 3/4th short. I immediately took it and wore it, I don't care anymore who owns it, what's important is I have to leave this room as soon as possible. I can't stay here for too long, dad's probably worried already.

Yelling on top of her lungs, she warned the sound, “I don’t have time for these games. Come on, show yourself up fast here. You already know that I have trapped you here. Now you can’t run away, little rat.” And laughed out loud. Actually, when Evanora chanted the spell to summon the spirit, she molded the spell slightly and caged the spirit inside this room. Now, no matter what she would do, she couldn’t escape. “You caged me! I don’t mind it. I have all the time in the world. It’s only you who is rushing.” The spirit was way too cool headed right now, and Evanora didn’t expect it. Calming her nerves, she threw another card,

She screamed at me, trying to let go of my tight grip but I just tighten it more, “Let me go! You crazy Fae!” I laughed at her dryly, “This is what you want right? Then I will give you all the mana in this realm until you explode!” I screamed at her. A very great timing indeed when the spirits that were trapped in this Realm came one by one like shooting stars that fell straight on me, filling me with their spirit magicules, the power that brought life to many living forms. When their body dies, their spirit still possesses mana that can be used again to heal or repair another living being.

They encountered hostile spirits and treacherous terrain, but their resolve never wavered. Finally, they reached the heart of the Spirit Realm, where the elusive herb grew. It was guarded by a powerful spirit, its presence radiating an aura of immense strength. The spirit spoke, its voice echoing through the realm. “To take this herb, you must prove your worth. Show me your true strength and unity.” Drawing upon their bond, the group faced the spirit in a trial of combat and wit. They fought with everything they had, their abilities complementing each other perfectly. The spirit, impressed by their display of courage and unity, granted them the herb.

She just shakes it off and resumed playing, murmuring to herself. "Well if I don't have flaws that would make me a goddess right? Need some cracks to deal with peasants. Oh shit, it burned! " She was referring to the burned turkey on her screen. Then she felt her stomach grumble. "No choice I'm tailing Ed." Like some thieving cat she went hiding behind grocery stacks while Ed was busy choosing foods to nibble on. Finally when she secured that Ed was not around she snatched the baked mac pouch. As if some cliche destiny scene in the movies another hand reached for it.

Sandra’s POV The cold wind whipped across my face and the heavy down pour did nothing to help my situation, my legs begged me to stop running but I could not, not even if I wanted to live, not if I valued my life. The moon was high and bright above my head, the only source of light that illuminated the dark path ahead of me. I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching behind me, each sound I heard sounded like the death bells. All of a sudden, I tripped violently over a stump and crashed in to the wet forest floor, a curse flew from my lips at once, of course now had to be the perfect time to fall.

It should be a downhill stroll at this point except for one major kick in the nuts—the last batter is the other team’s best hitter. I can tell the second I hear the crack of the bat that this is going to be a hard hit. I race to catch it, all of the adrenaline and focus I’ve been storing up propelling my body forward, faster than I thought I could run. Every thought of the past few months that I’ve used to motivate me comes racing along with me—Jane above everything else. I make a diving catch, snagging the ball.