Battle Spirits: Burning Soul Novels & Stories

The Dark World would cease to exist if even the last world standing was destroyed. Stephen was severely injured, and he was slowly losing consciousness. His vitality was slowly seeping away, and his soul was about to perish. “Ahh!!!” Stephen roared, and his voice resounded throughout the Dark World. Immediately afterward, flames burst out from his body. He had set his soul and blood on fire. His body was covered with flames, but he gained great power in return. Xayvion cursed, “You’re crazy. Is the Anceralos World really worth fighting for?”

Josiah roared. Following that, the lid of the Demon's Box opened, and countless blades shot out from it. The rain of blades was formed from the condensed resentment and ghostly aura of unjust spirits. It not only harmed the physical body but also targeted the soul. While physical injuries might be tolerable, harm to the soul would shroud the person in a ghostly aura and inflict them with great agony. Generally, fighters were not afraid of ghosts and spirits. Yet, when numerous spirits united, their combined force was not to be underestimated and even fighters would suffer immensely if entangled by them.

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

Given the extreme heat I could not do anything to help ease his pain. “He is here,” the Beta whispered as his flesh started to blacken. Whoever was torturing him was doing it from the inside out. He was literally being burned alive. “Who is here?” I asked. I was looking around the room, as was Cole. “The beast. He is here,” the Beta whispered again. I stood up and prepared for whatever was coming for us. Cole stood as well, the scent of burning flesh filling the room. As if calling the presence to us, a body shimmered in front of Cole and me. We held hands, prepared to fight whatever came before us.

She reached down. She slammed her palms into the salt crust. She didn't try to summon her violet flame; she didn't have any left. Instead, she offered the Barrens the one thing it didn't have: a pulse. She used the Soul-Binding to amplify her own heartbeat, sending the rhythmic thud of her life force deep into the ground. It was like a sonar ping hitting a dormant whale. For a second, nothing happened. The Director let out a short, mocking laugh, signaling the guards to fire.

He only grimaced from irritation of the burns, staying aware to try and locate his attacker unsuccessfully. "I don't know where the guy is... but I can still locate other demons attacking our soldiers." Willie Lou said. "I can't just sit here, we're currently losing soldiers as I speak..." Chicago struggled to stand with Willie Lou's help, but he focused on his breathing to steady his spiritual energy with his bodily fluids. Willie Lou took a couple steps back as Chicago's aura expanded, an electricity began to spark from him adding blue lightning to his yellow aura. "So... you're not finished." Willie Lou eyed the yellow illumination glowing from Chicago's physique. "Chicago... your spirit

I held the ‘aim’n flame’ lighter to its nozzle, triggered the flame, depressed the spray, and a fountain of beautiful orange-red flames engulfed the mass of deformed flesh lurching toward me, hitting it full in the face. It stumbled back, flailing something that I wasn’t sure were arms, shrieking and gurgling. It slammed into the things following it into the room. Engorged with a fierce sense of triumph, adrenaline flooding my veins, I limped after it, triggering off yet another fiery burst, filling the doorway with fire.

Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! The flames licked the Nine Saint Oracles' long dresses and instantly burned them to ashes in the blink of an eye. Their bodies and charming curves were exposed instantaneously. Gulp! Darryl was shocked to see that; he stared straight without batting his eyelids as he swallowed his saliva. The fire did not engulf the Nine Saint Oracles right away because they had the Nascent Soul in their bodies. Therefore, for the time being, the Bone Spirit Demon Fires were attached to the surface of their skin but did not penetrate their bodies.

The center of the explosion was incredibly close to the three-headed silver python's stomach. Soul Sky was a storm god rank technique. With the help of his world avatar, its destructive capability rose even further! His Soul Burst Ring was the second level of Soul Sky. With the world avatar to bolster it, the destructive capabilities of Soul Burst Ring were incredibly close to the perfect level of Soul SKy!

Sparks of Rebellion Jasmine's POV I awoke to a chilly, silent room. I was battered all over from head to toe and could not remember anything that occurred in my mind last night. I lay on a simple bed with thin blankets and kept muttering to myself, "I am not broken.". I will not be outdone by this." I slowly sat up, shaking off the pain and the humiliation that wrapped around me like a wet cold shroud. My head was a jumble of other people's and my thoughts. I was Jasmine again, alive, but at the core of me was Aria—seething with anger for revenge.