Bowblade Spirit Novel Novels & Stories

Siege POV I wake up at the sound of something breaking. I rubbed my eyes and when I adjusted my sight it went wide. “Ryu-chan!” I immediately stood up and cupped his face. “You okay?” I worriedly asked. He nodded and wipe the blood on his lips “What the fuck sensei!?” I angrily said. He looked at me without emotions “So this is why you don’t want me to buy you, Ha! I can’t believe this!” He exclaimed. Pissed

“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!”

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

Levi didn’t even look at the surrounding anger, his eyes colder than before, wasting no time, immediately slashing at the Resentful Spirit’s shoulder. The black aura spewing from the Resentful Spirit’s shoulder wound resembled the blood pouring from a mortal’s neck when being stabbed by a knife. The Resentful Spirit grunted, trying to retreat, but Levi had experienced countless battles, never allowing his enemies to withdraw in time. The little wolf heard Levi coldly say, “Your bones are tough.” As he finished speaking, the little wolf was still observing outside when she suddenly noticed the brilliance of the sword in Levi’s hand dimming. At first, she hadn’t realized what had happened, but

With just one blow, the spiritual treasure in John's hand shattered like porcelain, exploding into auras and scattered all over the sky. The Oculus Blade was a Metal Armored Divine Soldier. This top-quality spiritual treasure of John was no match for it. The Oculus Blade crashed the spiritual treasure with much ease upon collision. John, whose spiritual treasure was damaged, immediately vomited blood. The pupils in his eyes shrank violently, and he stepped back and quickly disappeared from the spot. In the blink of an eye, John retreated several miles away. He looked at the Oculus Blade in Severin's hand with shock on his face, and said with an ashen face, "The Metal Armored Divine Soldier..

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes. "No, no, no," I cried, pressing my hands against his chest. I tried to pull the starlight from my mark, but nothing happened. I was too tired. I was too empty. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were slow and deliberate. I looked up, expecting a guard. But it wasn't a guard. It was my brother, Leo. But he wasn't wearing his weaver’s clothes. He was dressed in the black armor of the Umbra Knights. He held a sword that hummed with a dark, purple light.

A smug smile suddenly appeared on his face, “You’re hiding something, aren't you? “I saw something when I tasted your blood.” I was Confused. Just as I was about to ask what he meant, I felt Aliya, my wolf's presence in my head making me sigh with a smile. Welcome Aliya. Did you miss me? You cocky wolf, I said with a smile. Then I remember that I was still with a very mean vampire making me regain my posture to see him staring into my eyes. His eyes, which reminded me of a stormy cloud, almost made me breathless.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

“Ness, I have teeth and claws. I don’t need a knife.” She was still smiling. And I knew that look all too well - that, ‘I know something you don’t’ look. “Trust me, you will.” I gave her a confused look. “I went to the spiritual advisers back at the castle. They told me something that was really enlightening.” She studied the blade in a way that seemed… obsessive. “Thane, you and I can’t kill a white wolf. No one can unless they’re willing to endure a life long curse… they say it’s because white wolves are sacred. Well, turns out, it takes something sacred to kill something sacred.”