Battle Spirit Card Novels & Stories

He felt bitter, as he thought he would only reveal this when he fought in the Sea Angel’s Alliance arena. BOOM!! He didn’t hesitate again as he activated his other divine battle art, the Battle Lord. This immediately raised the bar of the fight to whole another level. The spectators gasped in surprise and excitement, as his offensive increased in ferociousness and momentum exponentially. His face tightened and grew red, his hair grew dangerously haggard, making him look like a cave man. He quickly started gaining back the initiative as his strikes now carried more power and were executed much more impeccably. He felt like an energy overloaded gun with nowhere to pass his load than his oppone

She would call me out on my bullshit, be angry for a few days but inevitably forgive me knowing that Ace was bound to anyway. "Come on, then," Ace slid his hand down my arm until his fingers laced with mine. There was something about the action that felt strangely intimate as if it meant more than just simply holding hands. It was his declaration that he stood by me and was willing to weather out the storm I was about to face with me even though he didn't have to.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚) ╰────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╯ Creases formed in my forehead as soon as read the disturbing yet weird details on my card. Apart from being adorned with strange, ominous symbols and details that I couldn't help but to read, I can't help but to be curious and estrange to its nature.

Then Issei stats appeared on the card. Then Luna took the card and when she sees the status parameter she let out a loud screech of "Ehhhhh!?" she became stupefied after looking at Issei card And her scream gather more attention from their surrounding, they were confused why she would scream like that when she's usually pretty calm.

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

"You are learning to read emotional states through energy. That's way more advanced than I thought" Jaime opened his eyes and smiled. "I have a good teacher." "You're just naturally talented." Abiagan felt heat creep under his neck. He moved closer. "Now let's try something harder. I want you to sense the difference between types of energy. Wolf versus Virethian versus human." "How?" "Each species has a unique signature. Like a fingerprint, but made of energy." Abiagan held up his hand, palm out. "Touch my hand. Skin to skin. It will make it easier to differentiate.

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

23 in B Major. ************ *LORENZO* Carla is sitting by the fire, staring into the flames, huddled in a tartan throw. She doesn’t look around when I walk in. “Hi.” My subdued greeting competes with the crackle of the fire. Carla angles her head toward me, her expression forlorn, her mouth turned down in sorrow. “Oh, it’s you.” she says. “Who were you expecting?” She hasn’t risen to greet me and I’m beginning to feel a little unwelcome.

At high Conviction, the wave crashes beyond defense. Romantic Aura – Lv.3 (Passive) A subtle charm that lingers in the air. Presence amplified. Eyes drawn. Hearts stirred. First Impression Bias (Passive) The first moment defines everything. Your image imprints deeper, for better or worse. Majimak Serenade (LEGENDARY) The final note of the heart, an all-or-nothing strike. Miss, and the fist remembers pain. Use: Once per day. If not strong enough Heartstrike Resonance (LEGENDARY)

Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I wouldn't let either of these lunatics with their hidden agendas get away this time. "Since it's a celebration, let's not spoil the mood." Carter's voice pulled me back to the present. I watched as he picked up the wine bottle—the very one he had tampered with—and poured a glass. Then, he pushed it toward me. The dark red liquid swirled in the glass. To me, it was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. "Stella is our guest. You should have the first toast," Carter said. As I stared at the glass in front of me, my heart jolted with fear.