About the Book
Title: Spirit Vision 3: The Power of Mortals
Author: Morgan Straughan Comnick
Genre: Paranormal Romance
"You are the beacon of the Lord’s two worlds, but how can you protect them when you have lost your shining light?
When Stary Moon, the Spirit Warrior, awakes on the lunchroom floor of her school, battered and bloodied, she cannot recollect how she came to such a state.
Stary ignores the concerns of her best friends, Chloe, Rin, and Lauren, and continues to go on with her life, but no matter how normal her days and Spirit Warrior duties are, she feels a lingering sorrow like someone is missing from her life. Her friends discover some shocking truths about Stary and realize they’re the only ones who remembers Umbra—Stary’s boyfriend who has mysteriously gone missing. Stary’s universe crashes around her and the fate of the world rests on her shoulders. Her objective is clear, but when she leaves on this mission, there is no turning back, and she will lose one of her worlds—the mortal world of her family and friends, or the spiritual world of her duty and missing someone, for good. Still, Stary has a point to prove to this dark presence that is threatening to consume the planet: there is power from those one least expects, and Stary is prepared to risk everything on this claim."
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Educator of young minds by day, super nerdy savior of justice and cute things by night, Morgan Straughan Comnick has a love for turning the normal into something special without losing its essence. Morgan draws from real life experiences and her ongoing imagination to spark her writing. In her spare time, she enjoys doing goofy voices, traveling to new worlds by turning pages, humming child-like songs, and forcing people to smile with her "bubbliness." It is Morgan's mission in life to spread the amazement of otaku/Japanese culture to the world and to stop bullying; she knows everyone shines brightly.
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As the inky, shadowy mirror to other places vanished into smoke, a rumbling was heard off where the lightning bolt had landed a moment earlier. The remaining stones that were not carried off by the harsh storm winds were now jumping, hopping up three feet as if they were on fire. The earth shook, triggering an end to Rin’s shield as her cards lost their vibes, their vividness, and let out an ear shattering whistle. The barrier of red shattered in its pitch-like shards of blooded glass. Rin fell forward straight as a board, Lauren catching her waist from behind. Chloe tapped Rin’s cheeks to get her out of her groggy state.
I called to my comrades, but I was only able to take one set of running steps before the ground cracked and began to fault under me. The vibrating pulses coming from the lightning bolt’s strike making it hard to think, to move, to not hurl. It was like being trapped in an isolation room with the bass in your ears and someone behind-the-scenes was in control of your destiny, cranking up the bass to the highest level. I was shocked my head had not exploded, gory images from one of her game club buddies’ favorites, Mortal Kombat, wedging repulsion into me. I shook at the graphics I was placing in the curves of my mind!
The shaking ceased slowly and the rumbling became a low murmur, but it was still hard to focus. I perked my ears, sensing too many vibes at once, so many that it was making my eyeballs try to go into the back of my head like a freaky horror film. It was then I realized that the mumbles were not from an aftershock quake, but were actual voices blending into a zombie choir of incoherence, but it still sent a shiver of fear down my spine. From the smoke and the raining of ashes from the gaping crisp hole of the lightning landing, looking similar to the portal Queen Grave had appeared from at school a few days prior, emerged a stampede of creatures. It was an army spotting flickering black and purple strobe light auras, dozens upon dozens of them with determined, vile faces and blank pupils, scarves of wet ivy tangled around them…
As I tried to control my bladder, a realization dawned: now I know how Simba felt.
These must be Queen Grave’s troop that Rico and Maybelle warned me about. And their eyes are hollow white…Possession! She’s controlling these restless ghosts and confused spirits with her vines and magic. That explains the unstable black and red aura of evil and loss of control. I deduced, although, right now, keep all of us alive was my biggest worry.
Possessed ghost zombies. Wow, that was actually a new one.