Battle Spirits: Burning Soul Novels & Stories

I needed answers from the past. I went to the library’s restricted wing, where most unwanted but powerful books were kept, I went to the ones I hadn’t read: The Binding of Souls Flames. It spoke of the Anima Gemina,not as a passive bond, but as a choice. Two souls must stand back-to-back in the face of annihilation and say, “Burn with me.” Not just once. But in the moment the Hollow strikes. That’s when the bond ignites. Not before and not after, but during the strike.

And if I am correct, he is the leader of the Soulless. “Geminie the Soulless are gone. You can put out your flames.” A voice calls out. I growl in warning, ears flattening against my head as I watch a hand be burned by my flames and a scream is heard. The owner of the hand rushes to the side where a small pond waits. “What the hell is wrong wit her?!” Comes the should of the angry person who has been burned. I growl again, slinking low to the ground. I had to protect myself.

In that moment, Fester knew that this battle was not just physical; it was a test of resilience, of the strength of his convictions. Sangre, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and arrogance, taunted Fester with a mocking smile. He reveled in the chaos surrounding them, relishing the opportunity to break the spirit of his adversary. The dark aura that enveloped him seemed to pulsate with malevolence, casting an eerie shadow over the clearing.

A few days later, Severin sat on a rocking chair in his courtyard while studying the Spiritual Flame Guidebook. The book meticulously detailed the appearance and traits of various spiritual flames. "The Fire of Nine Ghosts is ranked twentieth on the spiritual flame list and thrives in locations steeped in the aura of the netherworld. Its defining feature lies in its ability to incinerate practitioners' primal spirit, as well as confer certain unique effects in alchemy." "Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitione

I felt a sharp pain after he slapped me. He cackled sadistically, “You’re all bark, but you can’t bite.” The grin on my face didn’t fade, “Are you talking about yourself? You’re lucky you saw me in this state, or I would have already turned all of you into ashes.” I looked at him from head to foot, “I bet I could still beat you if you’re alone. You coward blood-sucking freak!” Another slap. I tasted blood in my mouth. My lip and cheek had a cut, and it wasn’t healing like it was supposed to.

Sabrina’s voice rang out again, her chant gaining momentum. Asher took the knife first, the blade slicing through his skin with practiced ease. I followed, the sting barely registering over the roar of the flame. As our blood dripped into the Pack Soul, the flame leaped, silver sparks erupting into the sky with a force that took my breath away. The wind howled around us now, swirling the sparks like stars in the night. I could feel the energy building, thick and almost suffocating, but exhilarating at the same time. Sabrina’s chants quickened, her voice sharp and commanding.

We fought with everything we had, knowing our lives depended on it. The wolves hesitated, sensing our determination. For a moment, it seemed like they might back off. But then they attacked again, more viciously than before. We were pushed to our limits, but we refused to give up. Blood dripped from my wounds, each drop a testament to the ferocity of the battle. Alisia stood beside me, her fur matted with dirt and blood, her breaths coming in ragged pants. The forest floor was a chaotic mess of broken branches, upturned soil, and the scent of blood and sweat. The remaining Zeta wolves circled us, one fully healed, their eyes filled with a predatory gleam, while the two betas watched from the

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

The little Cyclops hisses, her aura flashing with her anger, "The soulless are killing off the living one by one, and the BOAU is taking those the soulless don't kill." Her aura grows with each word she spits back at Samael; if I don't do something quick, she will hurt him and those around her. Samael seems to pick up on her anger as his aura reacts to hers, his flames surrounding him and the young cyclopses. The young cyclopses surrounding Samael start to cry with fear and set off the ticking time bomb. A flash of lilac lights up the dark forest, and I watch in terror as her fire takes over Samael's.