Novel & Cerita Spirit Soldier

"Pfft!" With a horrible sound of flesh exploding. The Spirit martial artist who spoke was killed in one move. He couldn't even hold on for a second!

“This Spirit War is fought in the shadows of this world, where few are trained and know of its existence. Only those with the gift of sight from God would see the battle.” “We know of its existence now,” stated another voice. David stepped closer to Ava and Azrael, placing his hand on Ava’s shoulder. “You’re going to wish that you haven’t heard of it.” He glanced at the room around him. “Have you wondered where Ava’s friend Dustin is at?” Causing many within the room to mummer before he spoke again. “He’s dead. He’s the first of many within this war and you ask, where do you sign up.” He started to chuckle darkly. “I was on the other side of this war before Ava stepped in and changed

Alex ordered before sprinting toward the lake. ​Without a second thought, Alex dove into the water and swam rapidly toward the bottom, searching desperately for Scarlett. The darkness and the cold didn't stop him, and finally, he saw a figure: the gorgon Zafira, coiling around Scarlett and squeezing tight, trying to drown her.

He could only scream this words in agony. Méah was the first to see a scorpion coming to the bitten soldier. She quickly jumped off her horse and pulled the soldier away from it. Because he couldn't feel anything but pain at this moment, he failed to notice it following him. It was a desert black scorpion, one of the most deadly species of its various kinds. Keir rushed to kill it as soon as he saw it with the tip of his sword. "Quick! Bring him to the physician!" Keir ordered. Two soldiers came to assist their fellow and quickly brought him away.

Members of the pack hurried to follow my command, forming a line behind me as more corpses dragged themselves from their graves, drawn by some sinister call. The battlefield was one of chaos and despair, but I refused to succumb to it. My hands shook not from fear but from the surging power that crackled beneath my skin. There were many resurrected, but I was the Spirit Wolf, and my light would guide us through this storm. "Cole, Casper, Carlson, form a barrier with the others," I ordered, my voice steady and sure. "Keep them away from the non-fighters. They need time to evacuate."

"You have never fought a spirit before, don't you? The boy asked. Evan then landed himself a good distant away from the boy. "I haven't." Evan answered staring at the boy for an explanation. "We spirits are immune to simple physical attacks," the spirit boy told, "we aren't harmed by any of those assault and it will only went through our body fluently like water." Evan understand that well, and quickly raised his sword high above his head and setting it on fire before slashing it towards the boy with a surge of hot embers. Fog came in as the melting ice evaporate from the heat of the bursting flames. When the smoke cleared the boy is still standing surrounded by ice spike that was half melte

he explained. " So you felt the best way to handle it was to lie to me?" I asked angrily. " Samantha, please, I was only trying to protect us from certain death. Spirit wolves rarely use weapons to fight because they don't need any. I couldn't let you go out there knowing your weakened state," he explained, and I became mad. I hated it when anyone called me weak. I had been bullied, maltreated and rejected because I was presumed weak. How dare he, a Gamma, call me weak?

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

He removed the stone spirit and returned it to its locket, summoning the lightning spirit to the blast rod. This time the weapon spat with the wild strength of a storm. But he kept the spirit in bay, focusing its strength on the barrel. He returned the being to its locket as he pulled the last one. The plasma spirit was different from the others, as dead as a rock but as alive as fire and lightning combined. The entity was an essential core for a voltiir, their weapons shot the weakened version of the being, their cannons launched shells by the guiding rage of their power. Despite their profession’s reliance on the plasma spirit, It was tricky to control one. The stronger essences fought aga

Her father had even called off training for his warriors, and that had never happened. Ulfhild missed the exercise. Without it to distract her, she'd had nothing but time to think on the prophecy and the strange warrior. Her mate. She should learn to say it. There was no doubt any longer that it was true, but it was still difficult to wrap her mind around it. A shifter. From the future. The Spirit was truly a fickle and unpredictable thing.