Spirit Sword Novels & Stories

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?”

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.

There must be something else. “After I defeat him again,” he said, his eyes on Prince Ron. “you’re coming with me.” Vathar scoffed as he stepped forward, drawing out his weapon. “I'd like to see you try.” The scimitar slid free in a hiss of metal—red and silver. Its edge shimmered like liquid fire the surface glistening with runes. He leveled it toward the Earth Spirit. “He’s not going anywhere with you.” “You think I can’t destroy you both where you stand?” The Earth Spirit said, and with a sweep of his hand, his own blade materialized. The sword was long and straight, its hilt glittering with crystalline veins of emerald and quartz.

As Adrian charged forward, the evil spirit emitted a sinister black mist that spread throughout the area. Adrian’s expression turned cold as he shouted, "You're asking for death!" He unleashed a fearsome blast of energy from his hand, slamming it directly into the spirit. The devastating force struck the spirit, but surprisingly, it remained unscathed. Adrian was astonished. This spirit was far more sinister than the previous one he had encountered. The spirit smirked coldly. "The one you fought before was merely in the early Divine Stage. Did you really think you could stand against someone truly powerful? My physical form may not be invincible, but it's far beyond what a mere ant like you

A gentle and soothingly soft voice invades my mind. "Who are you? Why are you in my mind? What did you do with Sunny!?" I literally scream out loud. I do not want to share such intimacy with a stranger. Whoever she is, she cannot replace my Sunny! I do not care even if she wants to help me. "I am your other spirit. The one who gave you the wings during the battle. I am Seraphim." "Oh dear wolf spirits. not another super being again!" I literally groan out loud.

Wilbur sent the man holding the sword stumbling backward with a punch as a long, silver sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. The silvery sword was a weapon that Wilbur had conjured out of pure spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was also an attack that targeted the soul. It could be said that this was a battle between spirit energy and the soul. Wilbur was going to go against a mid-tier spell that targeted the soul, using nothing but his powerful spirit energy. Just then, a thin sword appeared out of nowhere behind Wilbur to stab him in the hip. At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur.

Until… “Those guys… I’m going to get back at them someday.” Says Akihiko while laying down and facing the ceiling. Suddenly a small white object flies in front of him and sits on his face. “Hahah… I’m fine. It’s okay, Pei.” He says after getting the white object off his face. The white object was a mini-spirit. It was incapable of harming anyone and was not strong enough to touch anyone other than those who could see it and most of all it was one of his only friends.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Dark spirits. Talon growls, stepping protectively in front of me. “Stay close.” The spirits lunged. I dodged, my claws unsheathing as i fight back. But the spirits didn’t fight like wolves. They move like wisps of smoke, slipping through attacks and striking with unnatural speed. Talon swipes at one, but his claws pass through it like air. “We cannot fight them like this,” I realized. “They are not solid!” Talia’s voice rings in my mind. “Use the light! Phoenix use the light!”