Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

Tiara shouts. "And we told you we don't listen very well!" Luna yells back. "Besides, we came to fight in our way," another Misfit adds, throwing a handful of powder into a spirit warrior’s eyes. The spirit screams. Another Misfit pours what looks like sticky soup on a warrior. The creature slips and falls. One spirit warrior trips over a rope pulled by two Misfits, flipping into the air like a cartwheel. One of them throws flour. Another tosses sneezing powder.

The air grew thick with an oppressive energy, and the temperature plummeted. “We’ve activated the temple’s defenses,” Brian warned. “We need to hold them off while we secure the Heartstone.” The guardian spirits advanced, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Marinetta and her team readied themselves for battle, their instincts sharp and their resolve unwavering. The clash was fierce. Marinetta’s wolf form roared with fury as she engaged the guardian spirits, her claws slashing through the ethereal forms. Brian, Silas, and Lola fought alongside her, their movements coordinated and precise.

We'd taken down almost every single last one of them, and I was sure it wouldn't be long before whoever was left would be waving a white flag in surrender. I was halfway to celebrating when it hit me—the dart. It was a complete shock to my system. At first, I thought I'd be okay, but it wasn't long before the liquid started spreading through my body, a burning sensation taking over all my senses. My vision blurred as I tried to push through it and keep fighting, and blood trickled from my nose, making it hard to breathe. But I forced myself to keep going. No one took Alpha Tyson Tikaani down without a serious fight and, as far as I was concerned, this was not a serious enough fight to take m

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Blake said with a smile. Blake led Claire to the other cabin, and when they approached, Gerold rose from his seat and greeted her. “Greetings, Spirit Sprite. My name is Gerold Elon, or if you prefer, grampa like the others.” Gerold said smilling. “Spirit Sprite?” Both Blake and Claire asked. “HA, ha. Yes, my boy, you sure know how to pick them. What a fortunate opportunity for you to have three Spirit Vessels and the legendary Spirit Sprite by your side.” Gerold said, almost jumping up and down from his excitement.

My nostrils flared as I sucked in deep breaths, fighting to keep my wits about me. “What do you want from me?” I rasped. If I could get it talking, then maybe I could find a way out of this. I wouldn’t. But it was worth a shot. The spirit moved to one side, its footsteps slow, predator-like. It moved to the other side, its gaze never leaving me. Its mouth opened wider, and it laughed. “Blood.” Blood? “Why?” The spirit crouched, ready to attack. “Thiiiiirsty.”

Spiro raised one hand, and a line of Vaelcryns surged past him, cutting off a group of soldiers before they could reach the captives. Victor moved towards Elara. Only one step. Then he stopped because three soldiers tried to block him. That was a mistake. Victor did not shift. He did not need to. He moved with the brutal efficiency of a man who had survived the Outlands and come back with violence carved into his bones. The first soldier went down with his throat opened. The second screamed as Victor broke his arm and drove him into the stone. The third stumbled back before Ronan crossed the distance and slammed him away from his father’s path.

Phuture placed her hand on the disorientated page, centering her energy to focus on the writing. Of course! Celie and The Demon Corps were going to other spiritual energy user organizations for information against the demon. But according to her notes...she blamed herself when the energy user soldiers ended up missing. One of those soldiers, a young late man that died in his middle twenties, informed Celie they could use spiritual objects to potentially absorb the demon's spirituality. Phuture depicted the young Union soldiers in her mind visually, seeing for herself how their lives ended after giving valuable information to Celie.