Spirit Monarch Novels & Stories

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.

And her voice was returned to her. “Speak,” Mane ordered simply. He needed to break into the Nobility Realm, and felt like he had indulged in this conversation long enough. “I can give you my Spirit Mark,” the Wraith replied quickly. Her eyes were filled with hope when she said this. “Spirit Mark? I thought only Battle Beasts could do that?” Mane was surprised by her reply. A Spirit Mark was a sign of loyalty that Battle and Magical Beasts could hand over to their owners. It was basically like a Soul Contract, but for animals. And it had more stringent rules. Mane was resistant to it slightly because he didn’t dare draw up such a restrictive contract with either Silver or Sasha. But those tw

Moon Spirit King said with a beaming smile as she looked at Immortal Spirit King. She had cooperated with the Beast Spirit King and the Immortal Spirit King. Besides their good relationship, the Beast Spirit King had never had any designs on her. The Immortal Spirit King was high above and had a mysterious background. She liked this kind of man very much, but unfortunately, he did not like her.

He hadn't quite processed it yet—that wasn't the master he remembered. Amelia didn't care if his innocent little heart could handle what he saw. She had one rule: she would never let this guy get away. Otherwise, who knew when the Human Sacrifice Formation could be broken! "You can't." Amelia said slowly, "Elder Mystic Vale, let me remind you, do you know where you're standing right now? The Spirit-Pacifying Pillar, something left by the heavens themselves, and there's also the Primeval Divine Beast Azure Dragon here. You're acting so arrogant—are you looking down on the Primeval Divine Beasts, or are you looking down on the heavens themselves?"

A gentle and soothingly soft voice invades my mind. "Who are you? Why are you in my mind? What did you do with Sunny!?" I literally scream out loud. I do not want to share such intimacy with a stranger. Whoever she is, she cannot replace my Sunny! I do not care even if she wants to help me. "I am your other spirit. The one who gave you the wings during the battle. I am Seraphim." "Oh dear wolf spirits. not another super being again!" I literally groan out loud.

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

As the figure materialized, the surrounding lights converged around it, encasing it like stars surrounding the moon. The phosphorescent humanoid figure exuded a fiery temperament as it loomed over Adrian from a higher vantage point. This entity was a level-eight pinnacle belonging to the Fire Spirit category. Fire Spirits, formed through the fusion of phosphorescent lights and spirits, were typically weak. However, this particular Fire Spirit had achieved an unprecedented level of power, capable of assuming a human form. “It’s rare to come across such an arrogant fellow. Are you hoarding all the spoils for yourself? No intention of sharing with us?" another voice suddenly said.

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

Glory was the next one to go “I was born a duel spirit; I was born with both the ability to control lighting and snow and ice. But I can also control earth, water, and fire, I guess I can go with the flow, be headstrong and not think before doing things at times. It's a lot more fun that way.” Paul looked reluctant to go like he was not going to like the question that Jake was going to ask next. “Well I was born a Shadow sprit user, but I also mastered all the other spirits, when something like that happens wolves are called Master spirits because they know all the spirits even the rare ones.” Jake looked at him and you could swear that you could see jealously in his eyes.

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.