Where The Spirits Have Lease Oblivion Novels & Stories

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

He still couldn’t believe he had fallen for her. “Listen, Daniel,” Greed started. “The rehab center that Abigail founded is a non-profit organization. She doesn’t profit from it; all the money she makes goes back into the rehab center. This plan I have to buy out her company is simply one she cannot refuse, considering the rehab center is going bankrupt and she is unable to keep the lights on.” He continued. “Now while I have agreed to continue business as usual I won’t, and all the money that she gets from me will be covered in my spirit energy causing the greed to overpower her soul.” “Oh I see, so after your brother and sister gave Lucifer the fuel he needed to make me his slave you want

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

They were soon engulfed by the massive cracks opening up in the earth. It was like the total annihilation of the world on doomsday! The sky was filled with black mists again, and the massive Third Eye Gate reopened. This time, instead of giant black chains falling out from it, it was Devil-like figures. The 10,000-year-old Spirits of the Dead! The dense Spirits of the Dead descended like dumplings. There were tens of millions of them, too many to count. They landed on the ground and ghosted through the fissures and the collapsed pavilions and deity statues. Their bodies were constantly breaking down and reassembling. Like a black army, they were unstoppable. The moment they passed, everythin

She said and the stairs soon disappeared. "Did you write the time?" Fate asked. "Oh! I forgot! Pen, pen-" "Leave it now, you write that before you take them to the stairs of mercopolaseé" Fate looked into her book "Too bad, his soul won't get the peace it needs." "What do you mean?" "He'll probably become a haunting spirit now." Fate wrote something in her book. "I didn't know that- Can we-" "Nah! We can't help it. Grim reapers fight the spirits. You've just increased work for other people" Fate closed her book.

If one died with resentment, the possibility of the spirit condensing into Evil Qi after death would be much greater than those ordinaryspirits. Moreover, this was Myriad Demons Burial Ground, a place where spirit souls gathered. After Caspian finished his words, the spirit soul seemed to understand what he meant. It seemed that it had thought of something, and a faint trace of scarlet appeared in its pale eyes. "Try?" Caspian sneered and pulled out a chain from his left palm. In an instant, the cold wind from hell poured out. The white spirit soul seemed to be grabbed by countless hands and was pulled around violently. It was about to be deformed and torn apart.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

A mutt sitting on the throne of magic. Unacceptable! I would never allow it. “This world rots,” I whispered, standing from my throne. My robes of dark crimson and smoke fluttered around me. “When abominations are crowned heroes, rot follows.” The spirits stirred restlessly, the massive stone chamber echoing with their whispers. They had followed me for generations, bound to my command. Slowly, reluctantly… they turned their attention toward the image of Lyra shimmering above the pool. “She is strong,” one spirit rasped.

Brea was unrecognizable, she held fish, lifted a knife and cut it. It blood trailed over her hand unto the circle, she stood, bare feet and began to dance in the blood. Her hair flew with the usual wind in the room, and our spirits moved to the sound only to be heard by spirits. We stood up and moved, we unlocked something. Something not of this world, spirits thousands and thousands of dead evil spirits filled the room. They began to say the same prophecy "The blood of the human shall unleash great power!"

“The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.” Her presence pressed closer, warmer. “I have been with you since the moment you turned eighteen,” she continued. “But I could not communicate with you. Dark magic stood in the way.” “Dark magic?” I stiffened. “That’s forbidden.” No one practiced dark magic anymore, not even witches. Every supernatural clan had outlawed it decades ago. Instant death was the punishment for anyone caught. “Power like that never truly disappears,” Carla replied. “There are still those who covet power.”