Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

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

The dagger trembled in my grasp as I held it up with one hand and prepared to fight off a giant beast that could rip me to bloody ribbons. "I'm almost there," Victor sounded as frantic as I felt, "just hold him off for as long as you can." I tossed the phone onto the bed and curled the fingers of my free hand around the dagger as well, "Here goes nothing." Two beats later, the door was pulverized enough for Sin to step in with his gargantuan frame. Like a lightning bolt, he rushed toward me and leaped up until his front paws crashed into my chest. I felt a rib fracture at the pressure as I went down but I fought through the pain and slashed the sharp edge of a dagger through the air.

Vuk tricking Rex and his mate into the Debt of Blood, scattering his Alpha Spirit and the waning of his Wolf Spirit and his fate to become human after his Spirit is gone. "Rex, you never told me the whole story before. Why do you live in this hell alone? You have me and the others in our pack, but you chose to say nothing and suffer in silence! You never trusted anyone with this knowledge?" Makai looked away from his Pung, with tears in his eyes.

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."

They were Silver Creek soldiers. "Where's a pretty little thing like you sneaking off too all by yourself," the one holding me said into my ear. "Don't you know it's dangerous out in these wounds?" I could smell the blood on them. Could see the signs of battle on the men in front of me. They were naked, for one, telling me they had shifted into their wolf forms to fight. One grinned at me as he saw me staring, and I shuddered at the sight of blood on his teeth.

He must not know I can see a spirit, but I answered him earlier, I should look in other direction ---GASP---- He held my shoulders tightly, the elderly guy looked at me squarely, as if he sensed my attempt to ignore him. "Don't attempt to ignore me, sweetie!" His face was gradually turning violet, and blood was flowing around his neck. I want to scream, and my mouth is open, but my voice is failing me. I'm terrified; this isn't the first time this has happened to me, but I disregarded it a long time ago. I can't determine if a person is a ghost or not. I screamed at him, "I'm sorry! I can't even see you!" I tried to imagine my dread by closing both of my eyes.

Ger uttered annoyingly. "Don't talk to me kitten" Silcierra smiled innocently at Ger but the taunt in her voice was visible. This made Ger become livid. The ground below shook from the sheer of its power. But Silcierra did not mind it. Ger always like to demonstrate the capacity of its ability. It is said that fire are the most impulsive but that statemet was not true, becuase Ger prove it as the earth elements Spirit Gaurdian. He's always grumpy, stoic and serious. Always loved to pick a fight. "Stop it, this instance you two." The most authoritative voice boomed loudly. Spirious, the son of the king of the Spirit kingdom. Spirious, the Guardian of light. Their prince. "What of this commoti