Spirit Sword Novels & Stories

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.

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

Glory was the next one to go “I was born a duel spirit; I was born with both the ability to control lighting and snow and ice. But I can also control earth, water, and fire, I guess I can go with the flow, be headstrong and not think before doing things at times. It's a lot more fun that way.” Paul looked reluctant to go like he was not going to like the question that Jake was going to ask next. “Well I was born a Shadow sprit user, but I also mastered all the other spirits, when something like that happens wolves are called Master spirits because they know all the spirits even the rare ones.” Jake looked at him and you could swear that you could see jealously in his eyes.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by." "My twin and I wear a matching set," I said, spinning it with my thumb. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because you need to know what we can do." He sat up, eyeing me warily. "When I take it off, the world changes. It looks the same, but foggy, and I don't see people anymore, I see their souls. It's a pretty pointless ability really," I said, staring at my hands. "Lills is different though. She closes her eyes and sees the taken. She can interact with them and hear them speak. I can't. The ones I see are just dim reflections. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, but it takes a lot out of her."

In the hands of that young man, still holding a group of golden light, suddenly it was this Ghost Sword above the original Qi Spirit. That is a Ghost Sword, above it mocks the powerful force, but in the hands of this young man, it can't get out of that big hand at all. "You, this Qi Spirit can't help but be too weak, I will kill it, from now on I will make this Ghost Sword Air Spirit." Daniel Helen's voice rang out. After all, Daniel Helen did not wait for Tadhg Walter to speak, he opened his mouth and directly swallowed the golden light in his hand.

“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.”

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.

“Let’s see how it goes, but I’ll be there, so don’t worry about anything happening. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Plus, my mother and sister will be there. If you didn’t know, the Guardians are stronger than all supernaturals.” “Yes, but can they make sprite lights?” she asks, smiling. “Nope, only beautiful witches can make sprite lights.” “I have an idea about how to make them. Do you think I could get all the sprites together at once?” Every person in the entire restaurant goes quiet. She looks around before looking back at me, leaning in. “What is it?” she whispers. “You’ve met some sprites. Are you sure you want to have an entire group of them together at once? Unmated sprites? You heard t

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?"