Spirit Beast Novels & Stories

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

The spirit’s energy was far less subtle than hers. Lexie and Adrian’s conversation felt more like a Q&A session, leaving the spirit aside. This was one of Adrian’s strategies—dealing with spirits required a gentle approach, different from handling dark beasts. Dark beasts were aggressive and combative. Unless an immortal obtained a dark beast’s egg or offspring, they could only suppress it by force, making it acknowledge the immortal as its master. Spirits, on the other hand, were much more intelligent than dark beasts. Most importantly, they could run away.

said Ditiori, and laying out an open grasp, he ordered the poor people, “place your seeds in my servant’s hands and see what happens.” People again ran and tumbled. They flung their arms to get to their farm stock, however hesitated after the stampede when they stood again in front of the embodied spirit. His beast gave the impression of a ferocious, reddish, hairy monster with twisty horns and piercing dark eyes. Its ready claw-like phalanges could instantly tear their fleshes into pieces. Closer huddled the crowd. Maga might have summoned the Divine One’s enemy. Fearful that they were being deceived, so they reluctantly held on tightly to their bags and containers of urns, jars, and

I whispered, choking up and looking away unseeing until I had managed to swallow a bitter howl. “Hey, Hector, what's wrong?” The maiden gasped now, the note of alarm rising in her tone as she flew off her horse to walk beside mine. I shifted into my human, my brows creasing with the effort it took to rearrange my bones-however broken, and organs until the skin of my flesh stretched tight to everywhere but my claws. I needed healing, sure as a firecracker. And the strange haze that was yet to clear over the skyline posed an even bigger problem.

They can summon animals as well? "Those are not real beasts, they are spirits that are summoned by the people who are called Card Makers. The spirits will be trapped in the card and only those who have spiritual power can summon them back out of the card. They are used as an auxiliary tool, just like the two real beasts above." And just like him. Caden added in his mind. Although now, he is not reluctant to be of help to his owner.

She will be happy when you find yours. - AND… - Once you can communicate, she will have a choice: stay in the spirit world or return here in rebirth. Well, now we need to get to work. The silhouette again lost its density, becoming virtually transparent, leaned a little to the side, and a transparent powerful stream rushed from it to my body. Standing next to me, I could not restrain an exclamation of pain: my body arched so that the points of contact with the surface of the bed were only the top of my head and heels, and on the verge of audibility I heard a wheezing that escaped from my throat, a gurgling, as if I was choking.

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

"I know of another hideout in the Eastern District! There are dozens of humans there as well! You can't kill me now! I'm still of use to you! I can give you a full name list of the Elders' Council!" The chief officer looked at Felix in disgust before turning around and handing me a revolver. It was heavy, solid, made with silver, and filled with pure silver bullets. "Ms. Davies, according to the Emergency Avoidance Clause of the Supernatural Beings Act, when the victim is faced with an extremely dangerous and highly aggressive supernatural being, the victim has the right of 'final defense' against it. "This is especially so if the supernatural being attempts to attack the victim again." Afte

He hit the Stone Beast in the chest, and the sound was like two mountains crashing together. CRACK. A large piece of black stone fell from the monster’s chest, but it didn't slow down. It swung its four arms, hitting Alaric and sending him rolling across the ash. I stood back, my heart pounding. I knew I couldn't fight this thing with just a punch. I had to use the Spark. I closed my eyes and reached out to the ground. In this world, there were no plants, but there was energy. I felt the silver thread. It was glowing brightly again. I sent my violet light down the thread, into Alaric’s body.