Novel & Cerita Spirit Monarch

"She's brainwashed by her cult leader—her daddy." "Don't you dare speak of my father!" Miro looked murderous as she circled the vibrio kid. "You live in a dictatorship fueled by misinformation." Bobby sneered. "But you're the fisheri princess, so I'm betting you don't see a problem." "I see a juvenile fry who needs a fisheri whipping." "You think you're the only royal in this room—aside from your sister?" Bobby laughed. "I'm a vibrio prince. Kill me, and you'll start a war."

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

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However, the spirit was ignoring every command, as if it could no longer listen to him. Alex spoke up, “Such an evil spirit. You must’ve taken so many lives. I can’t let you roam around this earth any longer. He bit into his finger on his right hand and drew a symbol on his left palm with blood. This symbol seemed simple, yet it was fairly ancient. He slapped the symbol onto the spirit, causing a bright light to snake from within with a thunderous roar. This was one of the skills that Alex had required to defeat spirits—the Thunder Palm Mantra.

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

The voice said as it's speeches echoed everywhere. "Then I guess you can tell us more about this temple if am not mistaken about what you said you once was,Do spirits still exist in this temple even though it's been thousand of years since the curse plague was unleashed?" Brock asked,trying to know more before they proceed. "Yes,there are spirits,thousands of blood thirsty and freedom hungry spirits,They will kill any living soul they encounter,except the human that was said to be able to break the curse and free them here" The voice took a pause for a while then continued.

Sol shrugged slightly. “Yeah.” “I was wondering that too.” Order stepped forward. “The Spirit Realm and the Void exist within the same plane of existence.” Chaos nodded. “They are two halves of the same balance.” Order continued. “The Spirit Realm does not accommodate the living.” Marcus frowned. “…Meaning?” “It means Sol will guide the flow of souls and the balance of life.” “But he cannot remain there.” His gaze softened. “Not while he lives.” Sol crossed his arms. “So where do I rule from?”

Although it has the name 'spirit crystal,' it didn't object shaped like a piece of crystal. For example, Wind Spirit Crystal, Vitruj, belonging to Weather Goddes, Alina, Having a form of robes worn by wanderers in the desert. This heirloom has the power to control the wind and weather. What an incredible power, I thought. Another heirloom had different effects on each other. Suddenly my eyes fixed on one spot on the page.

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.