Bowblade Spirit Novel Novels & Stories

I could tell he noticed who I was watching. “Pass me that wine,” I said, pointing toward the shelf beside the cabinet. He picked it up and brought it over. “No glass?” he asked. I shook my head. “I don’t need it.” I pulled the cork and drank straight from the bottle. The burn hit immediately, but it didn’t kill anything inside me. I could still feel that same knot in my chest. Scorpion didn’t leave as well. He stood near the door, watching me. Then he looked at the screen again.

I quickly cladded the scabbard with 'Hard-Defensive Cladding' to stop her blade. THUNK! Even though her blade bounced off, yet I could feel some feedback from that powerful slash. It seems she intended to push me away from Kuroyuki. WHACK! "Ow…!?" I groaned. She immediately followed up with a left elbow to the jaw. Luckily it only grazed my chin…! I wasn't told that sword spirits knew how to do martial arts…! Taste this front kick! "Ufufu~" She read ahead of me and did a sidestep to the right to dodge it when I threw a front kick.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

He dodged Blake as he came with a swooping hand to scratch out Nathan's side. All of the aggressive and animalistic behavior was completely sucked from Nathan’s demeanor. The shadow launched himself at Nathan and he just stepped out of the way. Noticing a moment of weakness, the Spiritwalker swiped his hand in an attempt to throw Nathan across the lot, but underestimated Nathan’s fighting expertise. Nathan jumped from his spot and threw off Blake, who stumbled from the lack of contact. Nathan jumped on its back and shoved the Spirit into the ground, dirt and gravel sprouting around its tumbling body.

His body and his historical halberd also surged in spiritual flames. An equally powerful spiritual pressure instantly spread out from him. Both spiritual pressures clashed and caused thunderous noises like a storm. Shepard roared, then wielded his longsword masterfully again, pointing his longsword downwards as if he was painting with the earth as his canvas. The poetic blade attack came at Wilbur. Storms were instantly raised, and a flash of blade light shone across the hill. The blade energy came at Wilbur at full force. Wilbur laughed and yelled, "Nice!"

This was planned. Coordinated. Precise. Three from the front. Two circling wide. One waiting. Watching. Smart. I smiled. “Good.” I lunged forward, meeting the first wave head-on. Claws tore into flesh. Teeth clashed. The forest exploded into movement. One wolf leapt for my throat. I shifted mid-motion, my body twisting violently as bone cracked and reshaped— Human. My hand caught its jaw mid-air. I drove a blade straight through its skull.

She does not allow herself to write emotionally. She turns to the next blank page. Blood, she writes. Snow. Running. Side wound before impact registered — death by blade, fast. Ambush. Weather: cold. Location: unknown — open ground, pale landscape. No face. White flowers. Severed. Death by blade again, different wound, not mine. Stone floor. Formal setting — ceremony? High status implied by location. No face. Fire. Major structure — palace or equivalent. Loss of self. Not blade. Not hands. Something larger. Emotionally overwhelming context. No face.

Strong. Identical to Emilio. But colder. Eyes black. Elias watched through a monitor. "Begin Phase Two. Let the ghost taste air." The boy’s eyes snapped open. He whispered one word: "Mother." ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW PAGE "You can clone a body. You cannot clone a soul. But if you feed rage to both... they will not become brothers. They will become war." Aria folded the page. Burned it. And disappeared again.

It emanated power, but it also emitted something else, something sinister. A person emerged from the light before I could touch it. With glistening silver eyes and a flowing robe that appeared to be composed of starlight, it was ethereal, nearly human but not quite. The spirit said, "Stop," its voice echoed in my head instead of my ears. This blade is a curse as well as a weapon. To wield it is to completely lose oneself. My fingertips were just inches from the light when I froze. "What are you saying? With a trembling voice, I asked.

I reply, turning to face the spirit. The spirit is wearing a half black mask, but I swear I know this spirit. The spirit chuckles as if my words are funny. I don’t have time for games. I want to end this as quickly as possible because whoever lives here might be back any second now, and I don’t want to be caught here. I raise my war scythe and bring it to full size as I strike the spirit in the chest, but to my dismay and surprise, I can’t reap the spirit's soul. What the hell!