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

Levi turned to look at the Resentful Spirit, showing no signs of anger, just a faint mocking smile: “Just a discarded tool daring to be so arrogant.” The longsword in Levi’s hand burst into flames, dazzling brighter than a sky full of stars. “There is no need for a second Levi in this world.” After saying this, he raised the sword, slashing straight towards the Resentful Spirit. The Resentful Spirit showed no fear either, curling his lips to reveal sharp fangs, his laughter becoming more sinister: “You discard sexual desire and power, but you can’t discard your pride! Do you still dare to fight me now?”

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.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

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.”

However, as soon as his punch was about to land on his handsome face, Hai Jian's great sword unexpectedly blocked Xiao Long's attack and threw him away. Xiao Long who was sent flying several meters away landed perfectly and smiled. “Someone who is in the Spirit Initiate Realm is indeed not disappointing, because they can add strength by 'borrowing' from their Spirit. But I will warn you one thing, if you don't bring out your full strength, don't blame me if you lose shamefully” “You talk too much nonsense!” Hai Jian again attacked Xiao Long with even more power than before. Thousand Shadow Step! Ethereal Spirit Step!