Light And Dark Spirits Avatar Novels & Stories

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

Remove the darkness from these spirits! The beam escapes my fingers, steadier this time, and I’m not thrown back by its power this time. It shoots down the road and encompasses the battle ahead, flashing like a lightning bolt above the crowd, with mist of silver raining down around it. I see those who have been enchanted with darkness shifting back into human form, their eyes horrified, our warriors backing off instantly, mid-kill. Many run into the forest, others drop to their knees and weep where they stand. Screams erupt from behind me, and I turn to see more enemy warriors marching in, creating a battle to the rear of our caravan.

Whispering, “Daughter of the sun, holder of its light. You will be the spirit of the day, but will take the nature of the dark.” Sealing the first that represents the golden flame, a spirit is born. “Daughter of the moon, holder of its darkness. You will be the spirit of the night, but will take the nature of the dark.” Blowing the soul and blessing of life and security, the spirit twins are born, as the pages of the book flip and end into that particular page. The words that are written are being echoed, with his words, as he reads. “THE SPIRITS: HANNAH LYN MIOKI

"Just this once. You can ask me anything you want to know." Lyda's face lit up with glee. "What were you telling me before?" she asked without hesitation. "About the ones called the Twins?" For a moment, Iris looked as though she was about to regret this decision, but she immediately shrugged it off and proceeded to lose herself in everything she knew about the Spirits, particularly the ones that Lyda wanted to learn about. She told her about the great Spirit of the Sky, who gave birth to the patron deity of their ancestors: the Light Spirit, Sel. She told her that it was Sel who preserved the light of the world in the moon, to protect the world from the Darkness when the sun sank over the h

To Lucas’ surprise, Tenth Spirit and the tens of Dark Races appeared before him. However, he was able to comprehend immediately. ‘The Spooky Ocean of the northern area is just an illusion and perhaps, killing people in an illusion wouldn’t be murder” “Lucas the Demon, how dare you attack me in the Spooky Ocean of the northern area!” Tenth Spirit walked to the front of Lucas and stared hard at him. He was bearing a very huge grudge against Lucas. The tens of Dark Races also arrived behind Tenth Spirit. “Why won’t you appreciate your life when you guys had already died once?”

Chicago wasn't sure if he were inside someone's realm, awake in the real world, or if he was just dreaming the image in front of him. A single man ahead of him balanced well with the shadows. The black silhouette removed his cap, he said. "Chicago, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark, and I'm the spirit living inside your uncle's vessel." Chicago couldn't reply before falling as if the ground beneath him caved in, descending into a darkness of shadows that reached out towards him with black arms.

“The spirits called him a dark soul. They said they saw his future and said that he wouldn't have changed… as if there was no redemption for him… Then I asked the spirits why they hadn't killed me or you.” My brows rose. “And what did the spirits tell you?” A small smile appeared. “They said that we matter and that... I am your light, whatever that means.” “That I can agree with. I can't wait to see you shine... as my mate.” My lips parted into a smug grin. She snorted. “So arrogant.” My grin widened. “I'm ready to show you just how arrogant I am.” Suddenly her smile faded, and she lowered her gaze to the bedroll, releasing an uneven breath.

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

" Enraged, the Avatar of the Bloody Red Humanoid figure, Roared. He freed his hands from the Black Being's grasp, then directly used his bare hands to hack and mutilate the Black Being's body. Then, he retracted his trident. Which he then used to separate, the head of the Black Being. Before squashing and swallowing it. "Even though swallowing you, is of no benefit to me, It'll ensure that you stay dead forever" The Avatar murmured to himself. Although he didn't get any benefit from swallowing the head, it ensured the thorough destruction of the former. However, at that moment, a black light rushed out of that area. Into the infinite darkness of space and rushed to a distant unknown univers

"Be free." The spirits surged upward, a pillar of gold light that pierced the gray clouds. For a heartbeat, the entire marsh was bathed in the warmth of a thousand suns. The warriors dropped their weapons, shielding their eyes, their horses bolting in terror. But the light had a cost. As the spirits vanished, I felt a hole opening in my heart. The Resonance was too strong for a human body. I felt my skin starting to crack, silver light leaking from my eyes and mouth.