Spirit Blade Mountain Novels & Stories

The ascent of the Frostspire Mountains began under a bleak, overcast sky, the clouds a thick, churning gray, their edges tinged with a faint blue, the air frigid and sharp, each breath a stinging jolt in the lungs, the wind howling through the peaks with a relentless ferocity, its gusts carrying the scent of ancient ice, wet stone, and a faint, acrid tang of dark magic that clung to the air like a shadow, the temperature well below freezing, the chill seeping through layers of clothing, numbing fingers and toes, the mountain’s slopes a stark expanse of ice and rock, their surfaces slick with frost, streaked with veins of obsidian that shimmered faintly in the dim light, the ice reflecting th

Shepard waved to pull out the longsword behind him, and it fell in his palm. Their surroundings instantly cooled down. There was a chill in the breeze. "Nature Painting Domain." Shepard did not hold back. He unleashed his Domain straight away. Wilbur and the others were instantly above a huge river. The river was raging, and the mountains were tall. Shepard wielded his sword. Spiritual flames on him surged to the sky, and there were countless runes in the flames. The terrifying spiritual pressure frightened Griffin and the others, making them tremble anxiously.

" Deliah screams as I set spirit off in a run. We run towards the mountain as my shoulder burns. Fuck I have to get the Princess out of here, Deliah cries out as we stop at the foot of the mountain. "We're trapped." "Just hold on baby. I got you." I say, my shoulder burns as I hold Deliah in place, slowly leading Spirit up the steep path of the mountainside. Don't let me down now, Spirit; I pray as I look up at the rocky mountainside. Authors note I'm so sorry I do like a cliff hanger, Literally

It took him so long before he drifted into a deep sleep filled with fiery nightmares. ❇❇❇ Thunder roared and the world turned white for a second when a bolt of lightning struck the ground. The steep slope of the mountain was making it harder for him to get away as it was already eroded and rocks were falling down from afar. Looking back, he could see the flicker of torches the darkened soldiers were carrying.

she said as Spirit started walking. “Wait, T’xoria!” Rhobart yelled and hurried to get dressed. They traveled the remaining of the morning, and by noon Rhobart pointed in front of them at a big dark blue mountain—it had the same color as the magic ore. “That is our destination. We will get there by late afternoon.” It was one of the biggest mountains Ayla had ever seen. “Do you know what makes this mountain and the Hammer Clan special?” Rhobart asked. “No.”

Dozens. Lira moved beside him, spinning and slashing, each movement fluid and efficient. The air filled with the hiss of magic and steel. One of the specters caught Kael’s arm, burning cold searing through his skin. He snarled, driving his blade upward and splitting it in two. When the last one fell, the silence that followed was deafening. Lira leaned against a rock, breathing hard. “If this is the mountain’s welcome party…” Kael glanced up toward the spire, now glowing faintly through the mist. “Then we’re close.”

"Yes, a long time ago. Since we are Shambala royalty, all beings living in this forest are under our protection. But that does not mean we can intrude in their dwellings as per our whims. Most of the beings are very secretive." "How fascinating, so what intriguing being are we here to see?" Rudra said with an amused tone. "We are not going to see anything magical. We are going to climb that." She pointed at a small hillock in a distance. He would have missed it if she had not pointed out to him. It was covered with greenery. "Woah! That looks steep." "It's an easy climb though." Water gushed down one side of the hillock turning it into a waterfall. The most beautiful waterfall he had ever se

Truth, when whispered by the divine, carried more than weight—it bore prophecy. The path to Stoneheart grew harsher with each passing mile. Jagged stones cut into their boots, and the air thinned, forcing their lungs to labor with every breath. Thunder rumbled far behind them, while snowflakes began to fall—soft as whispers, masking the looming threat ahead. Scene 1: The Heart of the Mountain By midday, the landscape changed. Massive stone pillars jutted from the ground like the bones of ancient titans. The path led into a deep gorge, its mouth gaping and silent. Shadows danced even in daylight, as if the mountain itself tried to veil its secrets.

I ordered sinisterly with a winning smile that I knew was finally in my hand. Ohok.. ohok… Spitting out blood, I looked into the eyes of my enemy, Jack who was smiling after he transformed into his human form. I knew that the ambush of the palace area was really just a diversion to get the king to return there, but that meant it was true that Pearl’s mortal body was inside the mountain, the smell of the undead was strong coming from there. S*it… Will I make it out of this alive? – one hour earlier – Rolf Titus Point of View

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.