Yugioh Spirits Novels & Stories

then continued, “I am a part of you, the anger in you that has accumulated over endless time, I am invisible and intangible, even if your flaming sword can destroy everything in the Three Realms, you still cannot destroy me.” The Resentful Spirit smirked, revealing sharp fangs, throwing away the useless half-heart in his hand, the same one Levi discarded, disappearing into the void. The Resentful Spirit said, “I’m like you, not belonging to the Three Realms. I am you.” Levi’s blood-colored pupil looked at the Resentful Spirit, not bound by magic, enabling him to use magic without restraint. “Are you the throne?” Levi sneered coldly. “Indeed, you are a mess.”

"Pay? You're a bar singer, or in other words, a bar girl. How would you do that? With that pretty face, or some other part of you?" Sarcastic sneers rose around me. Everyone was convinced that I was bluffing. Ignoring the taunts, I slipped off the diamond signet ring on my finger and held it out to Trisha. "Take this ring to your chairman. He'll understand when he sees it." The air in the room seemed to freeze at my mention of Caspian. Eyes locked onto the ring I was holding as all the earlier mockery and laughter died away. Mable snatched the ring and scoffed. "You really are a whore, Erica. What makes you think you can claim some connection to Mr. Caspian with a random plastic ring? Are yo

The spirits, translucent and shimmering, formed a circle, their haunting eyes fixed on Elena. “Elena,” one of the spirits spoke, its voice echoing like a distant melody. “You are the key to restoring balance.” Visions flooded her mind—flashes of battles, destruction, and a world teetering on the edge of chaos. The Heart’s power was at the center of it all, its energy both a blessing and a curse. “What does this mean?” Elena asked, her voice trembling. The spirits didn’t answer directly, their cryptic words fading as they dissolved into the air. The glow of the altar dimmed, leaving the group in silence.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Every step produced a resonance not of this world. Around him, the seven spirits of the War Arcs appeared one by one from the still-smoldering embers. They bowed, did not speak, and they did not dare look directly at him. “Rise,” Rayden’s voice sounded soft, but it echoed through the entire room like a command written in the sky. One by one, the spirits stood, bowing their heads, then raising their hands. In each palm, a glowing ancient symbol appeared like flame forming the shape of a spell.

"I saw with my own two eyes how she flew and slithering her way in between you guys! She is not human! And she tricked us!" "Lisa?" Rania's eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she felt the name seemed familiar to her. "You mean the girl we met during the..." "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." Suddenly, a voice of a young girl is echoing on the rooftop, chanting the same spell. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with us." The girls threw doughy looks behind their backs. Once again, they witnessed the mysterious occurrence as the bloodied coin moving by itself on the manila card.

To get the right ambiance going. I hear the overlapping wispy voices of the Spirits, "They're here," "Here!" "They are coming," "Coming!" "Powerful these ones," "These ones!" "Stronger," "Stronger than the last!" "Last!" "The Strongest I've felt so far!" "They don't know," "Don't know their potential," "No not yet!" "But it's there inside," "Inside of them," "I feel it, pulsating from their very core!" "Yes, it's there!" "I feel it too, it's powerful!" "It has the potential for great light," "Or great darkness!" "Send them," "Yes, send them to Lucia!" "Yes, Lucia and Edvard are powerful enough to handle these ones!" "YES!" They all yell together.

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 tell her, she shakes her head and leans forward, revealing new information about the spirit fish. “Troy is the breath of Hades. Each spirit fish are part of only one God or Goddess, never two,” she reveals, “and judging by that mark, you must be a Seress.” “Seress? What is that?” I ask, she raises a surprised brow and observes me closely. Even so, I’ve never heard that word before, but it feels familiar to me. Should I already know what it is?

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.