Bowblade Spirit Light Novel Novels & Stories

Her mouth had never hung open so wide for so long, completely abandoning her usual ladylike demeanor. She turned extremely slowly at Willow beside her. "Does Mr. Collins' visualized spirit have some special background?" Her voice was stiff, eyes still showing traces of shock and bewilderment. Walter frowned as he explained, "That's the artifact spirit of Master's Greedy Wolf Blade—the Star Lord of Greedy Wolf Star!" Now, both Willow and Helena were completely dumbfounded. Blade spirit? Star Lord? Greedy Wolf Star? Weapons with artifact spirits were divine treasures that only cultivators at the divine level or above could wield. Where had Chase gotten such a thing?

Blake said as the sword glowed brightly and spoke. “Hello, I’m Silver Light. Please take care of me.” Silver Light introduced herself to everyone. “A Spirited Sword!” Michael and Maia exclaimed simultaneously. The rest of the women didn’t understand what a spirited sword was, but the two-winged race did. Blake briefly explained how he came across Silver Light and told everyone in the room about her past owner. ‘Truly a marvel that he could acquire such a rare item. What other secrets does Blake hold?’ Michael wondered as he watched the sword float over to Susan and touched her head.

The air around them broke. Not shattered like glass. Bent. Warped. Like something heavy and invisible had passed through the center of the chamber. The shadows moved—real ones, not tricks of light. And then the voice returned. Not in their ears, but behind their ribs. It said Emilia’s name this time. And then Sofia’s. And then Rosa’s. It said them like an old friend remembering who it needed to kill last. Emilia reached for her gun. Jace raised one hand, palm outward.

I rocked back and forth slightly trying to comfort myself. "I don't know," Ivy admitted and the uncertainty in her voice scared me more than anything else that had happened tonight. "I've never heard of anything like this before. A soul leaving one body and possessing another, the mate bond activating with your own wolf, this is completely unprecedented." "But Kael is still out there somewhere right?" I said desperately, my voice cracked on his name and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. "He's in Nathan's body, we just have to figure out how to bring him back."

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

“It’s working!” “Keep going!” Jude yells, shadows shielding me as spirits swarm. “You got this, sunshine!” “It hurts!” I gasp, blood dripping from my nose, heart stuttering. “I can’t—” “You can!” he says, holding me up, blood soaking his side from a claw hit. “I love you!” Calix’s spirit forms fully, tall and twisted, roaring. “You’re mine!” it hisses, claws swiping. “Fuck you!” I yell, light surging, weakening it. “Like the blade activation!”

The pike went past through his face, leaving a long cut on his cheeks just below his left eye. His teeth gnashed and his fists balled as the sword on his hand fell off his grip. Of a sudden, the moon’s light weakens covered by the clouds. Leaving him no choice but to shift urgently, letting his wolf take control. Filling the air, a loud growl loaded with preserved blazing antipathy and repayment for the past. Rearing at the center of the battlefield, was an ash silver wolf. Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history.

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.