All Chapters of Spirit Walker: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

At high school, Ava found it hard for her to enjoy the game, not because of Azrael sitting next to her. But seeing all her peers glancing at the two of them, every so often. It was driving her a bit antsy. She could not wait until the dance started. She hoped it was when all eyes would leave the two of them alone. On the basketball floor on the other hand, the players did what they were supposed to until they had a break. Then they would glance back to see the two of them. Ava had wished that they could sneak off alone but having Mavis next to them was finding it hard to do so. “Grr,” Mavis growled out as she glanced at her watch and then at the score clock. “I wish the game would get over here soon. I want to go dancing!” She then glanced around and saw many of the student bodies looking their way. “WHAT,” she called out as she had gotten onto her feet, with her hands on her hips. “Haven’t any of you seen a boy and girl in love before? If you have, then LOOK SOMEWHERE

The next morning came and so did the rays of the sun come through the window of the RV. Neither one of them slept. They had kept enjoying their lovemaking to allow themselves to sleep. Azrael had crawled out of the bed, bringing Ava with him. He found his pants and slipped them back on before giving Ava another kiss before they had left the RV.Azrael carried Ava back to the window to Mavis’ room, where she had changed her clothes and crawled back out. Allowing him to carry her to his horse and mount the animal. He did not have to motion for his horse to move because within moments they were back in his cave. Where they two made their way in and laid on the bed of furs. Allowing sleep to overcome them. Hours had passed when night had fallen upon the land. Bringing Azrael to wake and turned towards Ava, who was still fast asleep. He glanced down at her jeans, which he took the time to take off of her legs, along with her panties. He split his own jeans off and embedded his

After dinner, Ava found herself back in her bedroom with the dagger in her hands. Pondering on how it was possible for her to call for it to be in her hands. She glanced at the hilt, which looked medieval. It had bits of sapphire within the handle. Her eyes wandered towards the blade and saw near the area of the hilt of the steel and saw some ancient writing. Ava had a love of history and saw that the writing was in runes. She could not fathom that a dagger had runes and having the medieval twist. The dagger baffled her. It just did not fit into what information that she had learned of history to believe that the weapon was real. Ava closed her eyes, allowing her hands to hover over the dagger as it sat on her bed. She felt a sense of warmth, power, and protection. When she opened her eyes again, it was when she saw Azrael standing at the doorway. “Where did you get that dagger,” he asked with heat in his eyes but calmness in his voice. She did not understand the reason

Azrael found himself at Ava’s home and found her not being there. From there he went to the cave and still found no sign of his wife anywhere. “I guess she might be at Mavis’?” With that in mind, he went outside and climbed onto his skeleton horse and rode off. When he reached the familiar house, Azrael found Ava sitting on a porch swing. Talking to Mavis. “I knew I would find you here.” The two glanced up, seeing the dark haggard look on the man before them. “I take it that things have changed in the case?” Azrael walked towards them and sat on the railing before them. “You can say that,” he closed his eyes for a moment before looking towards Ava. “Tonight, you and I are going on an undercover date.” “Wait,” gasped Ava. She pushed herself out of her seat and walked towards him. “I think there is a lot you’re not telling me.” “Sorry,” he groaned. “I’m just used to working alone.” He looked into her forest green eyes, seeing her pale skin become a little more white tha

Ava found herself in the middle of a cemetery. Surrounded herself with the dead. So far, she had seen many ghosts walking in dismal movements. It was enough to want to tell Azrael that she wanted to go home but knew that she was needed. She sat on the cold ground, leaning her back on an even colder tomb wall. She was keeping herself in the shadows as much as she could. But was having a bad feeling about the planning of the ordeal that night. Ava felt her skin prickling. She felt a presence that she had no idea of who it could be, other than knowing it was a spirit. She turned her head towards the left and sure enough, there was a ghost of a woman standing next to her. “You can see me?” Ava nodded, “Yeah.” She turned towards the area near her. “I can see you.” “You shouldn’t be here.” The woman glanced around the grounds. “An evil presence will come soon, and he will feast on your soul.” “That’s why I’m here.” Keeping her eyes moving from where she could see. “To pre