Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

Miro noticed blood on its fur and wondered if Darghelm had caused the injury. "If you revert back to your human form, we can talk. Right now, we're at a disadvantage." "First, sheath your weapons." A short-haired woman who looked like a soldier with a shaved head and dark combat clothing strolled across the sand. Hands in pockets, she smiled. If you think he's scary, wait till you see me. I'm not a handsome beast like him. I'm all slimy and blackhole-like—think extinction on a targeted scale." Unconcerned for her safety, the woman stopped in front of them. "By the way, Stralath—that's his name—can't talk in human while he's in his true form. Not with you, at least. He communicates telepathic

Evil spirits definitely don't exist do they? "Oh they very much exist young man." A voice said. I looked up and saw a man who looked about forty. He was dressed as a priest and had a cross hanging around his neck. "Good day to you sir." He greeted me. "Good day." I replied, even when the day was definitely not a good one for me. "I couldn't help but overhear you speaking about spirits. Is anything the matter?" The man asked.

She gestured to Mateo, "Please continue. I promise no one will interrupt." Nothing could disguise the exhaustion and worry in Mateo's face while he spoke. "We are plagued by a spirit known as El Silbon. He is a pale giant with a wide-brimmed hat and on his back a bag of bones. He whistles through the night air looking for victims." "Pfft," Theria scoffed, "We have spiritual experts for that stuff." Grace silenced her with a single glare and motioned for Mateo to continue. "We have tried all of our rituals and prayers, but El Silbon remains. He will continue to kill until there is no one left."

Jade yelped in pain. “WHO ARE YOU?” Mei’s voice was firm and menacing. “You’re hurting me! Get off!” “I said, WHO ARE YOU?” “What do you mean who am—OWW!” “Are you a spy? Tell me now or I kill you!” Mei’s words were frightening, but her actions confused Jade more. What had happened? What brought about the sudden hostility? Jade tried to pull her arms free, but Mei held on tightly. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Please, just let me go! I won’t hurt you!”

“Boogsh!” Half of the spirit beasts had died when Soheila threw her blue spirit energy. Soheila glowed blue as she dashed towards the spirit beasts along with Sirene and Luna. They were in awe when they saw Soheila using her spirit energy in front of them for the first time! Luna and Sirene's bodies glowed green as they dashed towards the spirit beasts. All three of them used swords to attack them instead of long-range weapons.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

The evil spirit attacked Andy as fast as the wind. Andy dodged by jumping into the air, Soraka helping him do the impossible with his powers. “Po Chi, do you think you can easily kill me? Just a dream.” Andy taunted the evil spirit named Po Chi, darting around as if playing with him. Po Chi produced a spear as a weapon; Andy became cautious, remembering Jo's warning. Soraka asked Andy to focus his mind so that a sword could appear in his hand. Andy, trying to avoid every attack from his opponent, found it a bit difficult to divide his concentration. Several times he cursed himself for not being able to concentrate.

“You will also assist Arion, the Spirit Guardian, in guiding the souls of fallen Weres across the veil to their eternal rest.” A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Arion, a name spoken with reverence among our kind. The Spirit Guardian was known for his dedicated commitment to guiding souls, a role imbued with both honor and deep sorrow. “How long must I serve?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer I dreaded.

[Silas’s POV] Ignoring the voices that tried their best to degrade me and the pain of the thorny vines that attempted to confine me, I continued to move towards the small speck of light I could see at the end of this tunnel of neverending torture. ‘You’ve got this.’ My wolf urged, indicating that he was with me. ‘You are stronger than the darkness.’ ‘Right.’ Letting out a growl of determination, I continued to fight, digging my claws into whatever I could until finally, it was just right there.