Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

When grief and indignation had driven out all feelings of fear and terror, Baby Zetty was no longer terrified. "No." She shook her head. Finn felt relieved. "Alright then, hold on tight. We’ll finish off the enemy together." The Spiriters rushed forward, and long blades slid out of their hands. A cold gleam shone out in all directions as the blades hacked toward Finn.

"Maybe I am a fucking spirit." He really was a fast runner. He appeared as a dark figure and also disappeared as one. Alessia could only watch the path he went to, stuck in wonder and confusion. Is he a mortal or is he not? Is he a spirit? But he sounded sarcastic then. And last, why is she so invested in that stranger? Was she swooned by that undefinable creature? Impossible. "Let's go. We will leave this forest and look for shelter. If not, we will camp."

He was also a sick, twisted fuck who raped and beat up women in his hometown, and then used his badge to intimidate them into silence. He’d come up on the Solid Security team’s radar through Katherine Lawrence – who had now reclaimed her real name of Beth Harper in light of Ferguson’s arrest. Beth was Jim Alden’s girlfriend, and Jim was one of Dallas’ closest friends and a fellow survivor of three tours in Afghanistan. The two men and their friends had stepped up to protect Beth from Ferguson when she’d finally told them the truth about her life.

"There is no happiness..no me. Till you have cleared your evil sins. Till you have payed for your sins." Than had tears in his eyes. Seeing Sel's figure moving back from him. "No! Don't leave me! Please! I will do anything to get you back! Punish me! Please! But don't go!" "The journey is not easy Than. Nor is the punishment." "I don't care Sel! Tell me!" "You have to earn me back Than. You have to repent till the time I take birth again." He looks at her in disbelief.Making her clear his doubt. "I am not alive Than. I am just a spirit. I am already dead."

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

“Come out.” The spirit appeared from the darkness. It looked more like a daemon that a warrior spirit. “Were you successful?” he asked. “More than successful.” the spirit said. “Now, it begins.” “No, now, it ends.” The spirit jumped on him. They fell to the ground. Darkness was around them. The nephew tried to free himself from the spirit. There was no use, the spirit was too strong. The spirit lifted his paw, high in the air. Blood rushed on the parquet. The spirit disappeared. The nephew turned his head once more, looking at the throne. He started crawling to the throne, he moved a few inches, and died with his arm pointed at the throne.

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't stop what had gotten into me. A very loud scream brought me to my logical mind, I then clearly saw what I had done. Someone threw me off the guy who lay on the ground. I widened my eyes in horror then rushed to pick my spectacles that got thrown off during the fight. I had never fought in school or at home no matter what, I had never fought before in my life except for now. Did I just kill the man? My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly.

explained Torme. “…I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I go by Gerald Crawford, and just as you’ve said, I’m half human and ghost. However, do note that I’m also a cultivator!” replied Gerald, not feeling the need to hide that fact. “That would explain why there’s such a massive cocktail of spiritblade and holy spirit within your body… Still, the spiritblade you own is simply astonishing. If this continues on, something will definitely happen to you!” said Torme with only good intentions.

The wind spirit tried to speed up its tornado, but it lost the momentum and the tornado unraveled. Saxon jumped into the air, a compressed jet of flames from shot out from under his feet. He put both hands together and raised them above his head. A sea of flames came out of his fists and within milliseconds compressed into a pair of muscular arms that formed a double fist about his head. He brought down his flame fists on the wind spirit's head. The wind spirit put up a wind barrier, but the momentum was once again against it. The fists broke through the barrier and then slammed down on its head.