Spirit Sword Novels & Stories

spirit beast are those who can used qi while taking, they are intelligent beings who can cultivate. After freshening himself up Theo walk out of forest to the town, It was in the morning as there was not much people in the gate of town, Theo got into the town very easily or else he would have to wait. As for not asking for entry fee from Theo because, they knew him, because of his odd job i.e. delivery them some food sometimes. Theo went to the same Restaurant where he ate yesterday for breakfast as some people used to say," Growing men must eat three meals a day", after eating his breakfast, he went to the blacksmith shop to get himself a sword for practice.

"Exactly, Mate. Spirit power identifies the most closely guarded, privately held, secretly wished, and fervently prayed for outcome. Our lips and minds are easily led. Our souls are more singular in focus." "Why can't I touch other people though?" "When Saint touched your fiery thread, he jerked and yanked his arm back, yes?" I nodded. "Spirit does not like to be forced. In fact, it cannot be. It has an internal defense mechanism, much like Xander's elemental tiger, to ward off intruders." "When Saint touched your thread again, I imagine he was much gentler." Tenny's eyes unfocused. "He says that he asked if he could follow the thread to find out how to help you get better and wake up."

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

This was really happening; this was all reality, not a bad nightmare. All of a sudden I felt the veins from around me weaken and in a rapid motion I saw Alora stretch her hands towards Spirit and aim a blast at her back but before the energy orb could even reach her it was stopped. The action confused me as all motion stopped and the Spirit chuckled, a low pissed off voice that made us aware that she was beyond mad. “I knew you were trying to betray me,” she said, lifting Alora up in the air and bringing her in level with her, “Did you really think you could outsmart me? Did you really think you could defeat me?”

She asked Zayn who was looking outside the window. *.... "You need to open your eyes. Look at me. You can't die like this. You wanted to lead this pack." Hyun shook the dead person but she was long gone. His eyes turned red as a sword appeared in his hand. "F r o m... n o w... o n. E v e r y.... s p i r i t, ...o f... a n y... l e v e l,

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

The room quickly filled up with a series of bladed energy imbued with lightning. The air started to crackle as the lightning bladed energy shot across the room. He viewed himself holding a sword that appeared in his Spirit Realm. He swung the sword around which erupted with lightning-bladed energy from time to time. The bladed energy became more and more powerful as Zephyr’s movement quickened from its pace. It was as if he was completely surrounded by an ocean of bladed energy. His movements were blurred and had a shadow effect as he moved around in his Spirit Realm.

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

"Purple Smoke! Let's end this!" Purple Smoke gave her all and defeated the control of the tune on her, turning the golden noted into ashes. Méah's sword just passed under her right ear, leaving a little slice on her skin on the neck. She counterattacked and elbowed Méah's back. Méah stumbled forward, accidentally losing grip on the sword. It was tossed in the air for several feet away but it obediently came back to her hand. Méah was almost falling flat on her face when Purple Smoke was about to threw a black spear on her back. Méah threw the sword to stop her but it didn't left her hand. Instead, it has turned into a silver whip and it went straight around Purple Smoke's neck as though it h