Spirit Chronicles Haruto Novels & Stories

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

These spectral figures share their wisdom, their voices a harmonious chorus that reverberates through the ages. Among the apparitions, a single figure steps forward—the Spirit Keeper, a guardian of the realm's memories. In a voice that resonates with echoes of eternity, the Spirit Keeper imparts a prophecy that speaks of a destined clash between light and darkness, and the pivotal role the heroes must play in shaping the realm's future.

He tries many more things but nothing works. Giving up, he goes back to Ayame’s room and says- “I’ll look over you like a guardian angel then… That’s the only thing that I can do right now till… Till I get my body back…” and his voice fades. [Author’s Note: I’ll be calling the original Akihiko, the spirit one as Aki for whenever he pops up in the story] After this incident, Ritsu Yasuhiro and Seirei were nowhere to be found. They never visited the hospital too.

Now, they could operate even in the open as long as they had control over the king's movement and as long as they were the ones telling him what to do. Except from Albus, there a few other powerful prophets in the kingdom of Nihon. 'Zephyr' of the black wind, 'Dune' of the red sand, 'hopper' of pestilence, and 'Nicholas' of slumber mist. There were many other prophets scattered all around the world but these ones were the most powerful of them all. They refused to join Albus in his last battle because he was too impatient and small minded to wait for what they truly had in store for their enemies.

The fire of vengeance burned within him, but he also knew that he had to tread carefully to protect himself and his loved ones. As they journeyed through the forest, Vicky and Akira stumbled upon a hidden clearing. In the center stood an old, wise-looking tree, its branches twisted with age. Carved into the trunk was a cryptic message: "The shadows hide the truth, seek the light in the darkness." Vicky closed his eyes, battling back the fears that were threatening to set the creatures free. "Akira, only Akira can do it," Vicky thought to himself. "She must have known all the sequences of the culprits, as she was perched there in the tree in the woods, watching and waiting to see her master.

Cielo herself was one of them. The director was made the face of the institution because he had the best human management skills amongst the three, plus he was a bit more Lowkey, unlike the other two and he had managed to keep the institution away from the influence of the black scorpion. “Are we still trusting Romano to deliver his part of the deal?” One of the three of them asked. “No. Not after what happened. It has proven that Romano is no match for Giovanni.” the man with the British accent interjected hotly. It seemed from the onset that he disliked Romano.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

She stood there calmly as if she could see them. Blanc chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I've been so exhausted from work that I'm hallucinating. Do it, Noir. Nothing's wrong." The next second, Landon suddenly said, "According to your guidelines, heroic spirits are different from other spirits. The priority here should be to make sure that they return to their homeland and other matters can be put aside first. Am I correct?" When Landon looked up, both Blanc and Noir froze. What the hell was happening? Why did a mortal know the contents of their guidelines better than them?

His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine. I have never been more afraid than I am at the moment. I tried to reason with him to reach the human inside the wolf, but he was too far gone. "Lyra," familiar voices call out. His brothers appeared from afar, and my vision was barely able to discern who was who. The pain in my wrist was growing as Sage dug his claws further into my wrist. "Sage!" One of them yelled. I'm not sure what happened, but the last thing that I saw was feeling a human hand pick me up after getting Sage off of me before I blacked out.

“A remnant of the first Luna. The one whose fate resembles yours.” Nira gasped. “The First Luna? The one the stories claim perished in the Moon War?” The spirit affirmed with a nod. “I perished… because I placed my trust in the wrong Alpha.” Echo’s stomach turned. Rylan's grip on her hand tightened. The spirit continued. “History tends to repeat itself when lessons go unheeded.” Echo’s wolf whimpered within her. “What do you seek from me?” “Not seek,” the spirit whispered. “Warn.”