Spirit Beast Novels & Stories

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

Sheila expressed concern, "Spirit beasts as strong as a royal saint? That sounds very dangerous. Will Severin be able to handle it?" Wuhlricht elaborated further, "Such spirit beasts do exist, but the Paradise Secret Realm is vast enough that it's rare for anyone to meet spirit beasts of such strengths. Even if you do encounter them, you'll probably have to face only one or two at most. Typically, these would be comparable to a level one or level two royal saint. Some disciples who enter the realm as a level nine saint might advance to a level one royal saint if they are lucky. Such disciples woul

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface a

The Werebeast’s growl echoed through the vast chamber, reverberating off the stone walls like the rumble of thunder before a storm. Asha’s heart raced, the weight of her bloodline pressing down on her chest. She could feel the Soulbone Imprint pulsing within her, thrumming with energy. The Ancestral Spirits stirred in response to the creature’s recognition. The power within her was awakening—and it was too much to contain.

The blood essence contained the bloodline power of a living being. The Vermilion Bird was not an ordinary spirit beast, it was one of the heavenly beasts. Other than being divided by strength, the spirit beasts were also graded by their bloodlines. Normal beasts, saint beasts, heavenly beasts, and finally divine beasts. Now Shi Tian thought about it, he hasn't seen a real heavenly beast in this world, only heard some stories. Well, let's save this topic for later.

He then sees Ayame sitting in a corner and reading something while Mitsuru was talking to some other people in the classroom. He takes the empty seat at the furthest end of the classroom and just stares at his desk. He sees a weird insect like spirit. He tries to push it off the table but was not able to. While he was trying to flick the insect like thing from his table, the others looked at him with disgust. ‘What is this thing? A cicada?’ he says while flicking the insect off the table. After a few more flicks, the insect starts to turn blue in colour and when it completely turned blue, it exploded and a plant-like monster came out of it.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

"Besides, it's not a shifter prophecy. It cannot concern me." "It is an ancient prophecy from the Spirit. The Spirit has dominion over all magickal creatures whether they be human or shifter. And this one clearly involves both." "But, Mamma, you've never even said anything about shifters before. I didn't even know they were real – until him." She thrust a hand toward Brand on the floor. Brand scowled at her. "And, I have had my fill of witches. That's how I was thrown back in time to this godsforsaken place."

The Spirit Beast uncurled from shadow. Not wolf. Not stag. Not anything a forest would hold long enough to turn into a fable. Its body shifted like smoke deciding to be muscle, pelt patterned with eyes that blinked open and closed beneath the hide. Antlers branched from its skull, tips charred, each tine bound with a thread of pale hair — a relic from every oath ever sworn here. It didn’t open its mouth when it spoke. The words landed behind my eyes. “Dorian of the Hollow-Blood line.”

She still tried to act like a pampered heiress among her fellow inmates, so as expected, she suffered for it. The worst incident, I heard, ended up in her getting beaten up so badly that she lost control of her bladder and bowel movements. After that, her spirit broke completely. She became a different person who no longer lost her temper over the tiniest things. When she finally finished her sentence and returned to the Jost residence, what she saw was me seated at the head of the dining table with her parents beside me, their faces full of affection and flattery. I saw Carter once more later on. By then, he had lost a leg and was loitering outside the Jost Group building, refusing to leave