Spirit Soldier Novels & Stories

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

Kaycee seemed to have put two and two together and moved closer to the edge on his own. I already knew what had happened that day. Those animals had intended to harm Madeline, and in order to protect her, Kaycee had jumped, sacrificing himself. The boys had never killed anyone before, and when they saw what had happened, they panicked and released Madeline. At that moment, the sound of police sirens broke through the chaos. The group quickly let go of me, and Kaycee froze in place. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed him tightly and pulled him back from the edge.

“A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.” The spirit growled, and its voice came out broken, layered with pain. “Traitor… murderer…” It lunged. Varic shoved me aside just as the ghost slammed into him, claws slicing through his armor like smoke cutting cloth. He grunted, rolling to his feet, blade flashing as he countered. The steel burned with a faint red light, striking the specter again and again — but it only howled, reforming. I scrambled back, panic clawing up my spine. “You can’t kill what’s already dead!”

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

She seemed to come up with his name on her own almost as soon as I introduced him to her. “Ohhh, okay. Well, what if I tell you that my new friend Klay is Swagga’s human spirit?” I turn her in my arms to face him. “You know how Saint’s spirit is inside Uncle Bronx and Ghost’s spirit is inside Daddy? Swagga’s tiger spirit is inside Klay.” “Codi haf tiger spirit?” She points to her belly and looks at me hopefully. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you have a wolf spirit. She’s just sleeping until you turn seventeen.” I click my tongue between my teeth at the disappointing news.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

I sliced through them, spinning as I dodged another attack. I needed space. I slammed my palm into the ground, sending out a pulse of Spirit Force. The hands crumbled. Charon stumbled back. I leapt into the air, flipping, and landed behind him. My blade slashed his back. Black smoke poured out. He hissed. "Good. Fight harder. It makes their souls scream." He raised his staff again. This time, blue fire burst from it. It twisted into snakes, each one hissing and biting. I ducked, rolled, then sent out a wave of heat from my core. The snakes exploded.

The one Lazarus had used on his men — the one that destroyed them from within. Spectre smiled wider. “Now you’ll see why they called me their ghost.” He moved — impossibly fast. One moment he was across the rooftop, the next he was inches away, striking at Sang-woo with inhuman precision. Sang-woo blocked, countered, and the two clashed, their movements a blur of steel and instinct. Soo-ah joined in, firing shots that sparked off Spectre’s armor, forcing him to retreat momentarily. But he was relentless. Every punch, every kick carried unnatural power. The serum had turned him into something more — and less — than human.