Fighting Spirit Series Novels & Stories

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!

A streak of spirit energy broke into the Spirit Realm of Jian Yu at an amazing speed. In an instant, Jian Yu's soul seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and his Focus instantly fell into an illusion. The violent Fighting Soul could not only attack the Increase itself, but also attack the opponent's soul with spirit energy. This two-way approach was incredibly powerful. Ordinary warriors were unable to guard against it in time. At this moment! Jian Yu stood still and was about to be hit by Zephyr Khan's fist force. "Brat!" "How dare you!"

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

As Adrian charged forward, the evil spirit emitted a sinister black mist that spread throughout the area. Adrian’s expression turned cold as he shouted, "You're asking for death!" He unleashed a fearsome blast of energy from his hand, slamming it directly into the spirit. The devastating force struck the spirit, but surprisingly, it remained unscathed. Adrian was astonished. This spirit was far more sinister than the previous one he had encountered. The spirit smirked coldly. "The one you fought before was merely in the early Divine Stage. Did you really think you could stand against someone truly powerful? My physical form may not be invincible, but it's far beyond what a mere ant like you

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

The spirits of the dead started fighting them. Jayden was knocking them off, but he didn't want to hurt them, he was just defending himself. "Why aren't you fighting them? Arthur screams. "Why should I hurt a spirit. They are already hurt by the cold hands of death, killing them again couldn't more than they are already faced". He replied, defending himself and protecting his human friends, but Blair wasn't so nice, she was fighting the spirits, making them really angry.

I saw Nejla standing, ready to shift and fight me, and I straightened out and walked and stood before her. "I thought you were withdrawing," whistled Nejla, and I frowned, "Why would I do that?" I replied coldly, and Nejla narrowed me down. Ramon stepped into the ring, and the two of us turned into wolves on his signal. "We all know why we are here. Nejla challenged my Luna for her title. There are no rules to follow during the fight, and the fight ends with only one standing." Ramon said, and I felt Rona's power washing over me, erasing every doubt I had before stepping into the ring.

"Both of you had the best ideas. But do you know it takes more than physical strength to fight these spirits? They are more like demons. Able to manifest, possess bodies and move through quantum leap?" "That's true." "But not to worry. I'll b. Somewhere channeling my energy. I have a task for you both. One of you should do the convincing and one of you should give the warriors guidelines on how to fight these spirits. Make sure you do not keep any secret from them. They have to know it all or Antarti falls into the hand of a black with."

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?