Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

Dark spirits. Talon growls, stepping protectively in front of me. “Stay close.” The spirits lunged. I dodged, my claws unsheathing as i fight back. But the spirits didn’t fight like wolves. They move like wisps of smoke, slipping through attacks and striking with unnatural speed. Talon swipes at one, but his claws pass through it like air. “We cannot fight them like this,” I realized. “They are not solid!” Talia’s voice rings in my mind. “Use the light! Phoenix use the light!”

Azazel stood over me, arms folded. "You're defenseless," she said calmly. "No speed, no form, no endurance." I lifted a shaky hand and gave a weak thumbs-up. "But I've got… spirit." "Spirit won't save your life in a real fight," she snapped. "Get up. Again." I whimpered. "Can't. I think my soul left my body." One of the fighters from earlier crouched beside me. "Hey, man. Respect for trying. But also? That was the saddest fight I've ever seen. No offense."

I say to him. He looks at the five warriors strewn on the ground, then cracks his neck before getting into position. I beckon him with my fingers, and he rushes me. As expected, he’s the strongest fighter of the group. He’s fast and his hits are hard, but in the end, I’m faster and my hits are harder. I’m not sure how long we spar, long enough that Kieran gets the others to the pack hospital. Finally, I get Silas to tap out and I let him go, standing and reaching out a hand to help him up.

He said, "Any spirits will have to hide when faced with the spirit-subduing spell. This is common knowledge! Even you will be blown to pieces in less than ten minutes!" A spirit-subduing spell was a natural restrictive power on spiritual entities that made use of the power of the sky and the land. Elton's corpse puppet wasn't affected by this power. That was because it was just a corpse; it did not have its own perceptions or thoughts. That was the biggest difference between a corpse puppet and a spirit. When the spirit saw the corpse puppet slowly turning toward him, it swallowed involuntarily. The six ghostly figures had used wind blades to slash the corpse for over ten minutes, but they h

He said before spreading petrol all around the room. “Now in the files, this will just be a collateral damage, a banished officer died in the office fire,” he said as her eyes fluttered close, the struggle with pain to stay alive was making her go insane already. She was trying her best to press pressure on the wound. The burning pain flew in her veins as General Kadir kicked her stomach. “ughhhh,” She cried as a tear escaped her eyes. Kadir looked at the camera and smiled, “Delete it,” He said, knowing very well his men on the other side will delete it in the next second, Kadir threw a bit of petrol on the camera as well and walked out of the room before he turned around and lit a lighter.

He only had one thing on his mind and that was killing Zeke. "P l e a s e... d o... n o t... h u r t... h i m." Giselle begged Zeke who held his whip as Hyun fell on the ground. He was bleeding everywhere. The iron whip was not an ordinary weapon neither Zeke was an ordinary warrior. Heavens were unable to kill him so they found the wolf spirit. Today, no matter who was going to die but heaven's were going to win. Hyun sit up as he glanced at Zeke with his red eyes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

Rhychard tried to stop the elf from talking more, but the apprentice just rambled on without thinking about what he said. "This is a Warrior of the Way. He couldn't just stand by and allow some creatures of the Void to work their evil upon you." The elf leaned down and nudged the kid in the ribs. "Besides, Warriors are pretty hard to kill." Rhychard rolled his eyes as he slammed his fists onto his hips and turned his face to the sky. He was going to kill Famallumi and send him back to the Land Under in small boxes. Finally, Rhychard turned his focus back to the boy. Timmy squinted his eyes as he stared at the elf with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, he sounds crazy," Rhychard said. "He is crazy.

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.

They fell to the ground with different levels of injuries on their bodies. On the other hand, the demonized James had arrived before the soul spirit. He fixed the soul spirit with an intense gaze. The soul spirit’s brows twitched. “Aren’t you suffering from the effects of demonization? How did you get here?” “They say you’re very strong.” James’ eyes blazed with the desire to fight. “I want to fight you.” The soul spirit was momentarily stunned. Then, he quickly shook his head. “I’m not strong. They are just bluffing. You and I are actually friends!”

When I found my voice again, instead of screaming, I asked it a question, rather calmly, I might add, “What do you want?” Funny, it answered me back. “I…we,” the boy gestured his hand back and suddenly a shit ton of ghost appeared. I swallowed hard, before I stared straight back at the initial boy, because I don’t think I could have kept my stomach if I would have continued to look at the others much longer. One was the boy we saw on the first day still dragging his pole behind him, then the girl with the smashed head, and there was another, just carrying it’s head, it also seemed like every single one of them had blood streaming down them. I practically froze in place. The one I thought was