Spirit Beat Novels & Stories

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

The spirit shouted, “You’re a Primal Spirit. How can you be so rude? I—” “Let’s make a bet,” Soma interrupted the spirit. “If he wins this battle, you will be under him in the future. You won’t cause trouble.” Upon hearing that, the spirit clicked his tongue. “What if he loses?” “I will let you go,” Silver responded, “I’ll let your main self reappear in the worlds.” The spirit laughed. “Alright. I accept this bet.”

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

Light scattered like glass dust as the creature dissolved, only for three more to take its place. The current roared around them, the Vein reacting to violence. Ryn spun, her blade cutting through another shadow, the echo of its death scream vibrating through her bones. She’d fought wraiths, corrupted souls, even rebel reapers—but this felt different. The Vein itself was fighting back. “Keep moving!” Soreth’s command boomed over the noise. “They’re drawing from the current!” One of the reapers screamed as a specter latched onto his back, dragging him into the light. The team fired off a burst of spectral energy, severing the connection—but when the light cleared, he was gone.

They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice. She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons. Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set. She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.

She could feel the black soft soil under her feet tickling her as she stepped. She giggled as her eye met a bird, Her giggle was disputed by a cry, she gasps looking around walking in deep towards the cry of a deer. Her eyes fell upon one, wound by a thorn full branch, his antler stuck between the dry branches of dead bushes. She let out a gasp freezing on her feet as the pair of eyes stare back at her.

The peerless magical power that had been used to fight against the Great Immortal-killing Sage released the 28 spirits that had just been subdued. Although magical power had exploded, the twenty-eight vicious spirits had also suffered serious damage and returned to the precious beads. However, when Caspian swept it with his divine thoughts, he was relieved. Although the twenty-eight vicious spirits looked dispirited, it was only caused by the consumption of too much energy. They only needed to recuperate for a period of time before they could be used again, not injuring their foundation. One had to know that the Evil Spirit was refined by the residual soul. If its foundation was hurt, it cou

The exceptions to this rule were of course Elder, Gods, Origin Gods, and Battle Gods. “I am not eager to find out,” Hildegarde stated. “Are you?” she asked sarcastically. “My curiosity wants to know this, but my mind is terrified of the notion of meeting the Reaper. I doubt he or she would be as reasonable as the Watchers.” Mane stated and readjusted himself into a proper meditative pose. Now that he had access to chaos again, he could feed his hungry Spirit. He had cultivated his spirit throughout the years, and it was strong. But it was like an empty shell. Mane had to feed it. Luckily because he only had to feed his Spirit and not work on its growth, he should experience no bottlenecks in

[You have consumed (G0li4th)] [+50 XP] [+5 spiritual force] [You have leveled up! [Lv 5 ---> Lv 6] [Spiritual force +10] [Mana +10] He looked at his HUD and saw that his SF was at 23 and his MP at 20. After a little whistle of shock, he sighed in relief "Huff…that was a close one." Then, he proceeded to loot the guy's corpse. He got a couple of gold coins and a book about ice magic, he smiled at his little profit and tucked the contents in Spike's backpack. Kevin felt a bit bad about making a limp dog carry the weight, but it would be more detrimental to use a human corpse. "Let's go, guys, we still have to find the place for the rite and get back to the master."