Spirital Stories

Existence

Werewolves, basically everyone know what these magical beings are. People claim they are half wolf half man. But people shrug it off as a legend, but little do the mortals know that there are academy and schools built just for these magical people. Although we aren't all the same, especially not towards half dog people but they have enemies like you and I do. Their fude against vampires is fierce. They fight for their very own survival, will you watch the students of WereWolf Academy do it?

Usually, when I go downstairs, I see my mom cooking breakfast, my dad reading the newspaper, and Grace reading a book. But today, they aren’t home. Mom isn’t cooking. Dad isn’t reading the daily newspaper. Grace isn’t reading a book. I go inside the kitchen and mom must of left the water boiling. I go to turn it off, when I see something strange. Mom’s clothes are on the floor. I turn to see at the table that Dad’s clothes are on the floor. Right next to his clothes, Grace’s clothes are on the floor and the book she was reading was the bible. The bible was opened to 1 Corinthians 15:51-52. “Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” No this can’t be happening. It’s all a dream. Yeah, I just woke up from sleep and this is just a dream. I should be waking up by now, I think to myself. I go in the living room and turn on the television. “Breaking news, the world is going crazy. People are vanishing all around the world and all that is left of them are their clothing. There are major accidents and even plane crashes going on around the globe. People would call this the rapture. The end time and-” I turned off the TV. So I’m not dreaming. This is real. Why? Why? Wasn't I good enough? What did I do?, I pray. Note:This story is clean, so no cuss words. Unlike some books I read :)

A collection of poems I have written in the past year to present. Ranging from guys to friendships, to nature to family problems and so much more. I give my all in each of these poems and I know I will never really complete this collection. Please read them and I hope you can relate!

A short poem made by me Bodacious_One.

In Cambodia, queen Sisowath Kossamak would watch over the royal ballet dancers. Rumor has it, that her eyes are as sharp as a pin, she can catch your mistake within her site and can predict a dancer's role in the palace. A girl who was abandoned by her single mother, was forced to live her life under the queens, as a dancer in the royal palace. She has no freedom. She was abused by her Master Mōm Chan and was hated by the elderly masters and other dancers. She soon finds out the reason why she was treated like a nobody. She will discover the truth about her mother death.

Light Sapphire is a spirit I guess you could say. When she died she wished she could come back as a wolf. But she never thought that they gave her a werewolf form. As she wonders in her new body she trespasses and freaks out when they lock her up. But what happens when she finds out that she is the Alphas mate. She had the best time after that. But what happens when little by little she stars fading away and going back to her spirt self. Will she ask the gods for more time? Or will please to stay as she thinks she has finally found true love?

inspirational story of A Human In The Pridelands

Delilah Grace Shepard has always believed in God-just not in the way her church says she should. In a small Southern town steeped in judgment and tradition, her quiet existence begins to crack the day she finds the courage to speak up... and the whole community listens. Shamed for who she is and how she loves, Delilah walks through fire-both literal and spiritual-to reclaim her faith and her voice. With the help of Rowan, a fierce and radiant friend who refuses to apologize for being herself, Delilah begins to unlearn what she was told holiness looks like. From whispered prayers under paper stars to the spark that ignites a movement, Sanctuary of Smoke is a raw, emotional journey about self-worth, belief, and building something sacred from the ashes of everything you were told to fear. This is a story for the misfits, the outcasts, the quietly burning. This is a story of finding God-not in a building, but in yourself.

A narrative of the ups and downs of true love

This is to help those of you who do not understand the holy trinity or our heavenly father, Jesus and the Holy spirit.

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Our lord our God gives many suprises.

As you read the story about a girl name Sarah, you will begin to experience how life will change for a high school student who has alot going for herself in the future, but things turn around when she hangs with the wrong crowd.

yet another poem about a song!!! this one even has a bit of the lyrics in it, um, it's basically the song but more on how the guy actually might be thinking, like what thoughts are going through his head, so plz read and comment, everything is welcome!!!

Susan gets kidnapped by Cain. Susan goes on an adventure with Cain while also trying to escape Cain but will probably get Stockholm Syndrome or not, let's find out. Anyway, they meet a lot of interesting characters on their adventure. They bond and fight and hate and love. They meet and greet and escape and remeet. Susan, have fun with skeletons, mages, vampires, werewolves, people there and more. And with caves, catacombs, castles, haunted castles, magical forests, great kingdoms up in the sky, or down in the ocean. Maybe some will wish to make Susan their Queen. While others might want to make her their sacrifice. Well, here goes our little roulette. And our adventurous nights and days. With big dark circles under eyes and stalkers as well as stalking and running as well as chasing. Escaping and capturing. Crying, defending and fighting. Chaos and peace. Fights and brawls and more violence. Wars and peace. Toxicity and boring. Protectiveness and possesiveness. Fun and Puns and all sorts of other stuff. More characters will of course swoop in so that Cain does not get bored, fighting off rivals. Wallpaper image source: https://wallpaperaccess.com/anime-sun Crossposted from Archive of Our Own, by: knight_ (ZN0) https://archiveofourown.org/works/41595249/chapters/104330568

This story is truly inspired from my favorite fictional character named as salar sikandar. I hope you love it.