Vessel Spirit Novels & Stories

“Is that the ship?” “Do you not like it?” replied Miko. “It is a Vessel Interaction Intelligence. I wanted a talking ship, and so I installed one myself. I can deactivate it, if it bothers you.” “Nono, it’s fine. Could it maybe not be a guy? I mean, it’s kinda weird to hear the Spirit of Amelia as a dude, you know? Or is that just me?” “Hmm, I do not believe it matters. But we can change it however we want. The package comes with multiple voices.”

As for the other members of the Jafferson Family, they were like maggots, not daring to breathe. Caspian did not intend to waste any more time here. He waved at John Smith and boarded spirit boat. Spirit boat was powered by spirit stones and formations, so it was easier to control than a carriage. Although it was the first time for Caspian to control spirit boat, it could be understood by fiddling with it. After a while, spirit boat steadily rose into the air and sped away. John Smith stood where he was and looked in the direction where spirit boat left. He did not turn around until spirit boat disappeared from his sight.

" Elder Horst did not dawdle any longer. He shot a look at Martin and Aston, and the two of them nodded. They then brought Fane and the other two to a spirit vessel. They were still reeling in disbelief at that point, even as they got into the small vessel. Everything had happened too quickly, and they barely had time to digest it all. The small vessel was a lot smaller than the vessel they had just come from. The spirit vessel could only fit five to six people. Aston and Martin were the ones controlling the vessel. One of them steered the vessel from the inside while the other looked out for danger outside. Fane and the others merely rested inside quietly.

Looking at the man's eyes, they had changed from indifferent black to bloodthirsty red. Even so, it did not diminish his innate nobility; only his aura had changed, and that handsome, refined face now carried a touch of wild wickedness. If one were to speak of a Lich Lord, this was it. He killed effortlessly, as if it were nothing. The Ghost Escort watched and swallowed nervously. That little wooden boat was originally used by the evil spirits of the River Lethe to "fish" for souls. For example, some departed spirits truly wished to cross the River Lethe on their own, so they would try to "smuggle" themselves across. Seeing this boat, some departed spirits thought they had hope, but in reali

Nate only gave me an innocent smile. “Silence!” The chief bellowed and he suddenly turned to face me. Then he looked at the man beside him. The one named after poop. “Son, is she really the goddess?” “Yes, father. She even got the troublesome vengeful spirit of the vulture that can turn invisible. An arrow was shot and it landed cleanly in between its eyes.” My eyes widened and so did the princes. That was a vengeful spirit!? Wow, my luck sure is powerful on this side of the realm.

A cook, stirring a vast pot of stew, felt a wave of quiet purpose, knowing this food would nourish not just bodies, but spirits. It was subtle. Most would never know it was happening. They would simply feel a little less alone, a little more connected to the whole. This was the true purpose of the Vessel. Not to command, but to harmonize. Later, Adrien found me, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow from hauling timber. He sat beside me, his shoulder pressing against mine, and let out a long, slow breath. He could feel the change in the pack's mood through our bond, a calming of turbulent waters.

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

"At first we thought she had no connection but saying that you saw this with Cassy then she is the woman that our visions refer to." “It’s the Ruin, how about the Fall?” I said. The owl goes together. The Ruin sees the visions connected in the past. Fear in the present. And Fall in future. "Fall says that she will come back as promised," Vanna added. “Promised? What does it mean?” I was confused. “She will come back as promised to redeem her grace,” Vanna completed it. "Her grace?" Mom appeared from the door. We turned to him at once. "She must be a—"

Vanessa’s pov, Hearing Colin claim me, set off a fire inside of me. I did not just go through hell and back just to be claimed by another alpha male that thought I belonged to him. Spirit kept howling inside my head to accept. “SPIRIT SHUT THE FUCK UP,“ I raged. Spirit immediately became silent from shock. I had never talked to her that way before but finally, I could think again now that Spirit was quiet. I breathed in and out and walked to the arrogant yet handsome man that just claimed me.

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just