The Spirit Catches You Novels & Stories

I revved the engine loudly as they were shouting at me, then sped off into the night. I wasn’t thinking much of where I was going, but found myself at the bar. Sal was working the bartender shift as he normally did. Once he spotted me, he handed me a glass and one of the full bottles of whiskey. I poured the amber liquid into the clear glass and began to drink. When the circle of idiots had shown up, I was almost finished with the second bottle. “Eira?” Ethan questioned nervously. I turned to glare at him, then finished off the bottle. “Let’s go home.”

Her voice, deep and rich with authority and confidence, continued to hold my hand still and fester in my head. Leave it 'lone. Take 'em wit you. I couldn't move. All of my limbs succumbed to this spirit's power. If I would have known who this spirit was, speaking to me, it would have explained so much to me. But I was ignorant and naive. Afraid. I fought against this spirits hold on me. It was strong and relentless.

Ensuring that no rescue arrived, that no debt was paid, that the balance remained tipped in the dark country's favor. "You wear the Chain," the thing said, and its voice was the sound of every monitor that had ever flatlined, every phone that had ever rang unanswered in an empty house, every door that had ever closed on a final goodbye. "But you do not understand it." "Then teach me." Eliana did not stop walking. The bridge was narrowing now, the stone crumbling at the edges, the abyss yawning wider with every step. "Or get out of my way." The Spirit moved. It did not cross the distance between them. It erased the distance, appearing in front of her with a suddenness that violated every law

Five more minutes pass, then Dean, the volcano erupts out of nowhere. "SHUT UP WILL YOU" He screeched, making me jump slightly. "Dean," Ivan said, moving Dean's attention towards him. "No, Ivan... This girl is getting into my nerves" Before Ivan could say anything, Dean returned his attention to me with an outraged expression, making me gulp. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was possessed by an evil spirit. But then how can one evil possess another evil? "If you make any noise further then I will shoot you right at your vocal cord," he threatened. His voice was laid with annoyance and anger.

Spirit's Watch Sarah floated in a strange space between consciousness and darkness, able to see her family but unable to reach them. Her spirit ached as she watched Matthew break down again, his hands trembling as he poured more healing into her still body. He was shaking bad at this point, but he refused to stop.

A look of concern crossing hos features. “I had a vision while you were partitioning your mind. It seems that me teaching you this has changed the future and the great spirits felt the need to tell me.” He paused and weighed what he was going to say, clearly undecided with how to proceed. “The things they showed me are concerning. They harbored dark intentions and an evil spirit that leeched into the vision by the end. I felt suffocated by it. I felt you being trapped underneath of it.” He bore his eyes into my soul, beseeching me to understand. “Promise me boy, that you will never accept the dark spirits into your partitioned mind. It will be the ruin of not only you but of everything you w

The evil spirit was angrier that he swiftly turned around to catch her, "You! Come here you vile reaper! Huh!" K Whatever was running through her life as she didn't know how to catch a ghost, more importantly, an evil ghost! Without an announcement, she fell to the ground as a small rock was on her way making her tumble down. "Ahh!" The evil spirit grinned and caught her. He pushed her to the ground and suffocated her with his black mists, "Oh, Hanabi, here I thought you're great. You're only great at creating this trap... No, this tomb especially made just for you~"

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

“I... I didn’t mean to—” “Your anger blinds you, Aaron,” the spirit’s voice softened, its luminous form beginning to waver. “But it also reveals your humanity. You are not alone in your struggles. I, too, have faced the depths of emotions. Your journey is not over.” As quickly as its anger had flared, the spirit’s energy subsided, and its form returned to its serene state. “Return to the barrier,” it commanded, its voice a gentle yet firm directive. “Confront your rage, and when you are ready to face the mountain once more, you may enter.”