Battle Spirits: Burning Soul Novels & Stories

I hadn't drunk it since. "They're calling it contamination," I said, for the benefit of the room. Tommy stood with his arms crossed against the far wall, jaw set so tight I could practically hear his back teeth grinding. Louise sat in the chair beside his desk, one hand resting on the arm, the other pressed flat against her stomach in that unconscious gesture she'd developed since Alissa was born. Elias was behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him without actually touching. Brianna sat across from me, her tea untouched, her dark eyes fixed on the middle distance in the way they got when she was reading something invisible to the rest of us. "They're using the wo

I was not its vessel. I was not its god. I was still Elias. I clenched my fists, and for the first time, I fought. The darkness shrieked as I pulled against it, wrenching myself free from the thing that had tried to shape me. The veins beneath my skin writhed, resisting, but I refused to yield. I reached for Lena, for Dorian, for myself, dragging my consciousness back from the abyss. And then—I burned. Agony tore through me as the Hollow resisted, clawing at my soul with a rage I had never known. The soldiers gasped as the air around me cracked, the very foundation of this battlefield fracturing under the weight of the power I was rejecting.

The burns were real. "You think this is hot, Adolfa?" Thanatos’s voice boomed from everywhere. "It’ll get hotter. Much, much hotter." I squinted through the smoke. His central form emerged from behind the others, grinning. "Charon might have failed," he continued, walking slowly toward me, "but I will not. I’ll burn your soul to ash and bury it beneath the fires of hell. You won’t rise again. Not this time." I clenched my fists. “You think fire will stop me?”

The bandit's soul immediately withdrew as a black smoke make an exit of his body, and the wall where he was blown up was cracked. Ulric roams his gaze around and sees that each one has their own fight. "Gather them all in one place." He commands his pack by their minds. They all nod as a response and attacks continuously to their opponent, making them be piled up in one place. "Attack them from the front to keep them distracted, and Lia, ignite them." He said and in an instant, the bandits are tied up of different elements, making them unable to move. They all groan, but it was no use. Without a word, Lia immediately ignites her fire and black smoke filled the halls, but this time it's their

Caleb growled, his hand hovering over her face but unable to touch the spiritual fire she was igniting. "If we don't get that fragment, I won't survive the night anyway." Scarlett looked him directly in the eye, her spirit already beginning to drift. "Caleb, this is our only winning move." With the doctor’s assistance, Scarlett lit a stick of Soul-Settling Incense. As the aromatic smoke curled around her, she felt a violent tearing sensation. Her body slumped back onto the pillows, pale and barely breathing, while her spirit rose—a translucent, shimmering form glowing with a faint golden hue.

The sky split open. A tremor rolled through the forest, and dozens—no, hundreds—of glowing-eyed, shadow-bound spirits clawed their way out of the ground around them. Twisted vampire souls, pulled from the nether. “Cheyenne!” Charlie bellowed. “Protect the line!” Cheyenne didn’t hesitate. “Tora, time to nuke some bitches!” “Already on it!” Tora spun midair, inhaled, and let loose a firestorm that turned half the battlefield into glass.

In response, Asmo unleashed unquenchable hellfire, engulfing the charging warriors in flames, their spectral forms consumed by the inferno. In the chaos and smoke arising from the burning bones, Satan seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, shrouding his movements in the veil of the smoldering battlefield. He lunged at Asmo, nearly delivering a fatal blow. However, Asmo, despite being on the brink of being stabbed, swiftly countered the attack, using his strength to block the assault and seize control of the situation.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

It’s like watching porn and your mom walking in and catches you jerking off. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, man. You are hung like a damn horse. Damn!” Calista nudges me with his shoulder, giving me a wink. Oh Goddess. The moans become louder as Bethany screams, no. Gaia wiggles her fingers and moves the images to ones of Asteria screaming my name and I am screaming hers. When I thrust into her over and over again when I see myself marking her again and she marks me. Then the images change to Asteria killing her parents. Blood covers the floor as Asteria stands there dripping in the blood of Bethany’s parents. Bethany screams and thrashes. Tears streaming down her face.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!” Steel met flesh. The possessed didn’t even bleed right (black tar instead of red). Serna followed, carving a path. “Break the circle! Break the fucking circle!” Rhea grabbed a fallen torch and started setting the chant-circle’s robes on fire. “Burn the bastards!” They fought like demons, but every time one fell, another loyal wolf in the corridor outside turned violet-eyed and joined the attackers. Serna reached the cots first. Lyra and Aziel looked dead (skin translucent, lips blue, but their joined hands were burning hot).