Blade And Soul Wind God Novels & Stories

he whispered at it, frantically patting it down and tossing another illusion leaf into the air to dispel it. Because truly—truly—Yin Sakamoto was never meant to be anyone’s official familiar. The celestial registry had specifically chosen three highly qualified spirit candidates for the Wind God Shu’s service: 1. A weather dragon fluent in six divine dialects. 2. A cloud-walking monk with centuries of discipline. 3. And a stoic stone guardian who hadn’t blinked since the Tang dynasty. But no. The heavens forbid a fair process. Because Shu—capricious, powerful, and dangerously allergic to boredom—had taken one look at Yin’s original form, saw the fluffiest tail in twelve dimensions, and gone:

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Now, its very essence had been lost. Maybe, Caraven had tried to steal it back. He was the only outsider who knew that the lady had the blade in her possession. My mind wandered back to how lifeless the weapon felt in my hands. The hum that usually called to me whenever it was nearby had suddenly gone silent. Like its life had been taken from it and now it was no longer a magical tool. It was just a crafted regular blade. The chess board was starting to fall apart once again. We trudged forward into the dark of the night and only came to a stop directly at the entrance of the tower that was left ajar.

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Turning to one of his other warriors, Slate said, “Blade, I put you in charge here. I have another king I need to pay a visit to.” He turned to Nya and looked her in the eyes, and she nodded, knowing exactly where they were headed next. Slate shifted, and she climbed up on his back, settling between his wings, her hands on his neck and her legs squeezing tight as he took to the sky. She was going home.

“I’m not doing anything with you." He grinned as though I was comical to him. He pulled a black handgun from his waist. My eyes caught sight of it and stayed glued to it while he spoke. "That's why I carry this. It seems to help propel people to do the right thing." "Allowing you to rape and beat them?" I shot out at him. His face became serious, his voice as monotone and calm as ever. "Doing God's work. He speaks through me and you are the one He has chosen. You must cooperate with what He wants, Stephanie, or you will pay the price."

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

The blue blade resounded in the sky, and the water swept over, and Haunt Uncle's whole body turned into a giant eruption of the sea. But at this moment, a rumbling, drumming resounded. Haunt Uncle surged with the mighty blade of the god blade, and suddenly trembled slightly. Trembling, not even a trillionth of a moment, even the countless experts watching the battle peak, have never felt it.

Because of his carelessness, he was struck by the dragon's tail and sent flying. However, the Immortal Emperor Wind took the opportunity to condense wind into blades. Two enormous wind blades shot out explosively toward the eyes of the enormous dragon. The winds in this world were the Immortal Emperor Wind's weapons. Two wind blades were less than a hundred meters away from the enormous dragon's eyes. They shot out explosively and arrived at the eyes of the dragon quickly. A hint of cruel killing intent appeared on the Immortal Emperor Wind's face. How could a blind dragon be fierce?