Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

If Chase, Willow, and the others knew this, they would probably tease him about it for the rest of his life after rescuing him. After releasing Purple Specter, Paul's entire demeanor transformed. He became like a killer or predator lurking in the darkness, viewing Chase as prey. A purple shadow flashed as his spirit pounced toward Chase like a jungle leopard. This scene surprised Willow's group considerably. Normally, visualized spirits were just phantoms used to cast techniques and engage enemies. This Purple Specter was actually attacking like a physical entity! Chase remained completely unperturbed. He chanted the Nine Word Mantra and formed hand seals as the Silly Husky behind him let ou

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

He rapidly teleported to the commander's back the one he suspected that he shouldn't be one of the demons and at least only him must be a human being among all of them. So the red corps was still blasting at him when he quickly teleported to their commanders back and grab him on his cloth and teleported with him also, and they appears in another moving spaceship. And just immediately they appears in that spaceship the other spaceship was seen to be shattered by the psyraid dagger. So he quickly grabbed the red corps army commander on his throat. And just as he was grabbing that red corps guy on his throat the other red corps armies on this spaceship has already aimed their gun at him while t

Before a soulless spirit beast could overpower the Soul Drenching Squirrels, the latter would have already found flaws in their movements and destroy them as easily as snapping the life out of an insect. ‘Fearsome!’ To think that just five spirit beast would easily overpower the many soulless spirit beasts! As for the soulless men also charging forward, they were easily overpowered by the skilled men led by Derizante. In no time, they had almost swept over every soulless being that'd risen from the Euphenic Call of the Deities. Seeing the expectant gaze from Teacher Kira, I quickly related all that I'd observed. “Hmm... so the Soul Drenching Squirrels specialised in Movement Formation as wel

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.

Still, their discipline and determination to fight to their death were strong. Each of them was fearless in the face of death, even in the state without the injection of Red Spiders. After all, when one’s fighting spirit reached its peak, so did his combat power. At this time, Tyr and each of his members had to face at least three Red Moon kamikaze soldiers. Even if they were top powerhouses, they too seemed to be a little strenuous. On the other hand, Squirrel had sustained a slash to his back from a Red Moon kamikaze soldier. A bloody wound instantly appeared above Squirrel’s back. The intense pain made the man step backward and inhale a breath of cold air sharply.

Abraham was shook, and blood sputtered from his lower lip. He looked at Kabir with widened eyes who had his arms surrendered showing a ring in his middle finger which had caused bursting of Abraham's lip. "You kept punching me. You should have known this was coming." He pointed to his split lip. Abraham spat blood again and then walked inside the washroom. *** Minahil was looking at Arya with a disgusted face who was bitterly crying. "Stop this melodrama, Arya, for God's sake," she whisper yelled. Arya cried even more bitterly. "You are so heartless, Minahil. I'm going out of my country, my home."

Answered a six red-winged soldier, it was towering over 4 meters tall but still answered with respect. “Send troops to calm the workers and contact the magic council to send some of their psy-casters to calm the mothers, let the children be with their mothers too, try to send spare personnel to the incubation chambers to protect the eggs at all cost.” “Understood!” Answered the soldier and left the room with long strides. “Sir! We’re receiving reports of attacks by primitive beasts and…penitent souls!” “The shield will repel the att- did you said penitent souls, soldier?” The commander stopped mid-sentence after processing that last bit, but even then, he didn’t believe it.

The spirits seemed to be made of smoke and shadow, and they hissed and snarled as they closed in on the soldiers. The soldiers fought bravely, their swords flashing in the moonlight. But the spirits were relentless and seemed impervious to their attacks. Just when it seemed like all was lost, Prince Marcus remembered a piece of ancient lore he had learned from his grandfather. He chanted a powerful incantation, calling upon the spirits of the earth and sky to protect them. Suddenly, a wave of energy surged through the forest, and the spirits were banished back to the realm from which they came. Exhausted but elated, the soldiers finally reached the Twlight pack's territory.

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini