Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

Saiba and his men had probably never expected things to end like this for them. Just then, however, the Ark King's gaze had landed on Wilbur and the man. Countless ghostly soldiers continued to appear from the formation, pouncing onto Wilbur's end. Wilbur gripped his spirit energy sword, slashing all the ghostly soldiers that came his way and sending them straight to hell. Ryder and Isabella stood behind him nervously, wary and prepared. "What powerful spirit energy. I must admit it's quite rare. We'll see just how long you can hold on then, for my army of death is infinite."

Chloe chuckled, extending a hand. “I’m Chloe. Welcome to the trenches. Surgical Floor is basically a hazing ritual if you end up on his bad side. What did you do to tick him off?” “Long story,” Spirit muttered, shaking her hand and feeling a sudden wave of relief. At least someone here seemed normal. “I’m Spirit.” “Oh, I know who you are. The legendary nurse who got the Voss estate assignment on day one.” Spirit’s jaw dropped in shock. Wasn’t that supposed to be confidential or something?

Her body still twitched with residual trauma, but the gut-wrenching wails that had drawn us to her room had finally subsided. "Mother used to tell fables of vengeful spirits when I was young," Caspian explained, his gaze fixed on the darkened window. "El Silbón was a boy cursed by his grandfather to eternally carry the bones of the father he murdered. He wanders the plains on rainy nights, harvesting souls in a cycle of revenge. Driven into the wilderness by his grandfather’s hounds, he grew gaunt and wretched under the weight of his father’s remains. Even in life, he was a creature of spite; now, as a spirit, he claims lives as if he were a collector of rare rubies."

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.

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

“As much as I wish to go back, didn’t you see what just happened? A bunch of soldiers shot me dead. I cannot physically recover, can I?” The spirit cannot be grazed by lead and metal. No amount of blood loss can ever dampen the spirit. “It sounds fascinating, Mr. Wolf Spirit, sir, but … I’m dead.”

He blamed himself for his carelessness, which got everyone into trouble now. Those ghost soldiers became increasingly powerful, constantly whistling with their sharp voices. Now there was no room for retreat. Suddenly, Xiao Chen had a brainwave and found a good solution: since these ghost soldiers, including Phantom King, were soul bodies, how about using the Spirit-annihilation Halberd to handle them? Thinking of this, he immediately took out the Spirit-annihilation Halberd from the Divine Vessel.

Brodie's urgent cry spurred action as he lunged toward a fallen Blood Specter. Garrison soldiers swiftly joined the fray, confronting the specters. As the commanding officer, Ash swiftly ordered the highest-level alarm activation. The city's alarm bells blared, striking fear into even the distant residents. A Blood Specter, standing three meters tall with four arms, clashed with Brodie. Despite Brodie's efforts, the specter’s resilience proved formidable. It retaliated, clawing a gash into Brodie's hand. "These creatures are formidable. Their strength rivals my own!" Ash, fighting nearby, shouted. And his sentiment resonated among the soldiers, who found themselves similarly outmatched in co

Stopping to take a deep breath while remembering the last time I was with my mate, my heart ached at the thought that she was currently in danger. ‘Calm yourself, Titus, remember, we can still feel the bond, she’s not dead, calm yourself! Wolf’s voice, which I had been ignoring, was heard this time and I followed his direction, it was true, our mate’s bond was still there, she was still alive. ‘Remember, Sabrina has a white-wolf, she’s not just any woman, our mate won’t be defeated that easily. She’s the one who discovered these oddities and spies that we never expected. Wolf stated and this time I nodded, right, I can’t give up, Sabrina believes in me and I have to believe in her.