Where The Spirits Have Lease Oblivion Novels & Stories

"What are you saying?" "Why, only that they have spirits fighting for them as well as we do us," Blackridge replied coolly. He leaned back in his chair, pondering for a short moment the matters of the unseen realm. "Of course, they don't control them as we do, and it's not so much a matter of force as it is love with them, but... they are gentler and much more powerful," he said softly, a small smile appearing as he felt the warmth begin to flood his being. "There is a governing rule which states whenever the power of a lesser spirit comes in contact with that of a greater spirit, the lesser spirit is unable to operate. You know that, Kallida." There was silence between them. Kallida stood s

I snap at him when Asteria sighs from beside me. “Carter, if he was to tell us me what was going to happen, it would have had a bigger impact than it did. Trust me, you can’t meddle in the threads that have been woven.” I look at her and narrow my eyes at her. How can she defend him? He fucking abandoned her. “Well, Fate can go and fuck herself.” I say when Asteria bursts out into laughter. Have I missed something? “Pretty unlikely. She is stuck in Hell where she belongs, living the same hell loop every day. The threads were woven long ago.” She tells me and I look at her in confusion.

The apparitions circled around us seem to shield us from the other things lurking in the darkness. “Our names now spoken, so shall they be heard! Our spirits forever intertwined, never to be severed.” She calls out to the spirits. “Spirits of the East, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of the South, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of the West, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of the North, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! I leave this place as it was before, to take from the universe and leave it with more!” Asteria calls out.

the chairman whispered to himself while observing the young mother who is now playing with her son, forgetting the worries she had on that day when she lost the man that she wanted to marry and be with for the rest of her life. After the ceremony, all the guests went to the hotel reserved for the occasion. Many of the visitors that have come were businessmen and lawyers, friends of the newlyweds, and their respective families. On Imman's side, his old father came and congratulated him and his new wife. He joined the others for the toast and wished them long-lasting happiness. Daniella Ruiz, Imman's ex-wife also came to the occasion and when she was alone with the lawyer, she whispered to him

Diego followed the purple mist which led her to a room with no door, the singing had now grown stronger. When Diego walked in the room, the lights that lit the passageway had completely died out. The room was dark except for the purple mist that poured out from the Black Spirit. “Why have you come?” the Spirit demanded in a mocking tone. Diego replied calmly “Your singing…is distracting me from thinking.” The Spirit chuckled, “Thinking?” Diego took a few more steps. She found the Black Spirit on the wet floor sitting with its head facing down. Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was...

Give us the Heart, or be erased. "I’m not erasing anything!" I screamed back, stepping forward. I felt the heat of Dante’s power at my back, a protective wall of flame, but I knew I had to do this alone. "You were the ones who made the pact! You were the ones who decided that the Shadows needed a Scribe to keep the world in balance!" The spirit hissed, her translucent hand reaching out. She touched my forehead, and the world dissolved. I wasn't in the cabin anymore. I was in a void of pure white, surrounded by scrolls that stretched into infinity. The spirit stood before me, her form now solid. She wore the same style of Vance robes I’d seen in old portraits.

The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm. “What’s happening?” Sophia gasped, clinging to Ethan. The spirit’s voice echoed, this time tinged with urgency. “There is another who resists this bond. One who wishes to keep you here, bound by anger and vengeance.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind racing. “Who would want that?” The spirit’s form began to fade, her voice barely a whisper. “Someone who has claimed you both… in darkness.” And then, with a final pulse of light, the spirit vanished, leaving them standing alone in the eerie silence, with more questions than ever.

The words were written in a language that neither of them fully understood, but as Elias began to read, the meaning unfolded in Lyra’s mind as if it had always been there, waiting to be unlocked. The prophecy spoke of two worlds—Elysium, the world of the living, and Nyxterra, the world of forgotten memories—forever bound by a forgotten ritual. This ritual, performed long ago, had created a tenuous balance between the two realms. It allowed Nyxterra to exist as a place where lost and unwanted memories could be stored, away from the conscious minds of the living. But the prophecy foretold that this balance would not last.

the leader asked bluntly. Alex remained silent, his eyes avoiding his leader’s. He knew what could happen if he mentioned the book Scarlett had. It was the very book they had been searching for for years, a relic that held secrets about the supernatural world—secrets none of them wanted to fall into the wrong hands. The revelation would condemn Scarlett and lead to the destruction of the book along with her; the punishment for possessing it was death. So he took a deep breath and simply shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he replied in a controlled voice, while the echo of the truth pounded inside him.

Fleeing, trying to get away from here. Beulah went on, urgent to finish. “The Inundation couldn’t destroy them. Terrible scourges and plagues failed to rid the world of them. So their spirits are allowed free rein, to wander and inhabit different hosts. Their purpose is singular, their strategy clear: the Watcher’s goal is to hurt the offending deity by tainting and destroying its creations, spreading darkness. Oblivion. “But condemned, earthbound spirits oftentimes have a tendency to break down the longer they are here. To degrade like matter, becoming incompatible with our physical plane. Becoming malignant entities. Demons, if you will. Spoiled meat . . . the ruination of lives.”