Spirit Sword Master Novels & Stories

"It's just...really scary..” Silas nodded slowly, his expression one of profound understanding, as if he were peering into the depths of her soul. He noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her shoulders tensed just a fraction, signs of old wounds resurfacing. As a true Master, he knew fear wasn't to be dismissed but gently dismantled.

She whispered in my ear with hot air I could feel, ugh fuck damn it, her lips so close to my ear that I felt her warm breath. I was so turned on that I had nearly lost the powers of thinking and speech. Reina's every gentle stroke sent a wave of pleasure from my hard as rock big dick all through my body. I barely managed to say, in a hoarse whisper, "Like this, Miss Reina, this was just my imagination before, but it is now happening. All of our sexual intercourses, I think I manifested them.” I truthfully shared to her. "Master, I can tell how much you love it. What else do you imagine?" She kept on asking me, making me turned on and wanting more of her.

The Spirit giggled “I know. But he and you differ in ways that are beneficial to me. Unlike you, he will be easier to control, and he looks like fun. He wants to see this world burn, and well, so do I. Once he overuses my power, which he will, his body will be mine completely.” Diego said nothing, she knew that to be the truth for a fact. Diego had unwillingly used the Black Spirits powers maybe once or twice before. She hated that power because it made her feel like a monster. The Spirit used Diego’s rampages as a window to control her and cause destruction. “So, do us both a favour and sit down and be humble” the Spirit said happily. “Your death is my key out of this pathetic body of yours

-Also, make your slave go. The slave is sent out. The general leaps to his feet and searches for the needed objects with impressive speed. He hands them over to me and I start the chant. —Blood, stop your flow, heart stop your work. Body you will not return to dust. With fire of blood I heal you. With fire of blood I condemn you to live and have died. I place the cup close to the Hegemon's face, a drop of his sweat rolls and falls inside. —Water.

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

The Nature Longsword lit up with a crystal-clear glow in his hand. "Another word and I won't be as nice," he said calmly. Isaac did not seem scared in the slightest, puffing out his chest. "You're no more than another loser my master defeated! How dare you still show your face here?" "I'm a follower of Master Penn now. Anyone who disrespects him shall be punished." As he spoke, Shepard's sword lit up with roaring spiritual flames. An immense spiritual pressure began to surge out. Isaac and the others felt their chests lurch.

This did not conform to her straight-forward personality. At this time, the Sword Master really couldn't stand it anymore. With his laughter, he hit the mark with this and said, "Manwoman, you just want Little Chap Ding to follow you to learn about spiritual grass and refining elixirs. Why don't you just say that directly?" The Saber Master replied angrily, "I'm somehow also a generation of a grandmaster of the Spiritual Elixir. How could I beg to somebody to be my disciple!" "Such a poser lady," the Sword Master curled his lips with disdain.

It mainly consists of nanomachines, which allows it to shapeshift. Then, it was enchanted by the current Magic King to achieve indestructibility. And finally, the sword was imbued with an artificial spirit that chooses its master. “Well, he’d finally managed to hold that sword for the first time in six months… I’m sure he took his time to research about it.” He told me. “Why don’t you ask yourself? That sword acknowledges you as well.” “Okay, then tell me— is August Whisperwind a disciple under the Spirit Sword King?”

he explained. " So you felt the best way to handle it was to lie to me?" I asked angrily. " Samantha, please, I was only trying to protect us from certain death. Spirit wolves rarely use weapons to fight because they don't need any. I couldn't let you go out there knowing your weakened state," he explained, and I became mad. I hated it when anyone called me weak. I had been bullied, maltreated and rejected because I was presumed weak. How dare he, a Gamma, call me weak?

It was their first test after entering the sect. "In the Eight Direction World, the level of a pet spirit can be defined as five ranks, purple gold, gold, red, yellow, and bronze!" “Different levels have different effects. Naturally, it's completely different for the strength of the master. After catching him, I'll teach you some middle-level offensive skills." "Senior Sister, I have a pet spirit. Can we learn magic arts directly?" Samuel said seriously. Of course, he was eager to learn attacking skills as soon as possible. At least in that case, he could fight.