Where The Spirits Have Lease Oblivion Novels & Stories

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.

“What’s the matter? What’s got you worried?” “It’s nothing.” James shook his head and did not explain anything as his thoughts were too complicated. Sienna pointed at the scenery ahead and said, “That’s the real Dark World. The black mist only covers the outermost part of the Dark World. Only evil spirits that haven’t cultivated a new physical body lurk there. They are not considered real inhabitants of the Dark World. Only after entering this region will they be considered proper inhabitants of the Dark World.” James asked, “So the evil spirits are the souls of dead beings from the twelve universes and are only considered creatures of the Dark World after they cultivate a physical body here

As I touched the soul, My eyes gleamed and saw a weird black spirit. “It’s the black spirit that I saw recently. “ I mumbled. It touched the innocent spirits that were slowly forgetting their memories. The repenting spirits need to forget everything before they ascend to heavens but looking back to what happened. This evil thing triggered their memories just in one touch and it turned them into ghouls. The painful past that they were trying to forget, they were remembering it all again. “You evil sneaky thing!” I’m slowly panicking and the wrath living inside me is getting stronger.

"At the time, I was dealing with a traitor. That man wasn't saying a line when he asked you for help. He was really begging for help. What you touched wasn't fake blood either. It was real blood." My eyes slowly widened, but Theodore continued. "When Nora pushed you in, I was planning to deal with you too because that involved family secrets. Outsiders couldn't be allowed to see it. The first thought that came to mind was… Which of the many islands in the Southern Isles should I send you to." I quickly shrank back and wrapped myself under the blanket.

I asked no one in particular. 🎬THE EVIL SPIRITS REALM🎬 The Evil Spirits Realm is a special dwelling place for the souls of the evil beings that'd died. They truly died but their souls are trapped in the Realm so that they can't escape and if possible, claim another body and go back to their evil ways. The Realm is guarded by some people called the Guardians Of The Realm. There is an orb which is the center of the Realm's power, literally, the orb is the trap.

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

All the spirits found there suffered everyday and it was their duty, to feed on other new spirits coming there, posess their bodies and get the chance to go back to their world. She couldn’t afford that to happen to her because her body will be taken by another person while she will continue to exist in the world but as a weak human. Her real spirit will be left there to suffer for the rest of the coming decades. She looked around and fear gripped her when she saw the spirits roaming at the border, looking at any new spirit coming in. If her powers hadn’t been taken away, she could have turned herself invisible and walked passed them.

Zoraya whispered again. A dark smirk curved Enis’s lips. “You’re walking down the path to hell. If we bring back the dead, we’ll be calling upon the devil himself. He’ll return—but as a lost soul. His mind will be gone. He’ll be brutal. Strong. He might not even recognize his feelings for you. His heart will be darker than a stormy midnight—full of bloodlust. Is that what you want?” Zoraya swallowed hard. “As long as he comes back to me, I’ll do anything. I want Lucian to pay for what he did.”

“Which is why we’re going to get the council of elders involved. Zariya is a vengeful spirit and she can be an actual threat if she doesn’t get what she wants. We need to find a way to force her back to the spirit realm after fifteen days of her stay here.” “Hold on a second.” Hannah shifted in her chair. “You mean to tell me the only time we can send her back to the spirit realm is after fifteen days?” “Yes.” Azura confirmed. “A spirit can only stay in the mortal realm for fifteen days, after which they must return to the spirit realm. The elder gods have no control of the spirit until her stay here has expired. Only then can they act. Once her time expires, she will be sent back there forc

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.