Spirit Sword Sovereign Novels & Stories

"She's brainwashed by her cult leader—her daddy." "Don't you dare speak of my father!" Miro looked murderous as she circled the vibrio kid. "You live in a dictatorship fueled by misinformation." Bobby sneered. "But you're the fisheri princess, so I'm betting you don't see a problem." "I see a juvenile fry who needs a fisheri whipping." "You think you're the only royal in this room—aside from your sister?" Bobby laughed. "I'm a vibrio prince. Kill me, and you'll start a war."

My eyes felt strange, humming with a faint, silvery light as I looked down at the three warriors struggling against the sudden gravitational weight of my power. "Torin," I said, my voice carrying a layered, dual resonance that didn't sound entirely human. "Yield." The massive warrior gritted his teeth, trying to fight the invisible force pressing down on his spine, but his inner wolf instinctively recognized the absolute command of the Sovereign. With a strained gasp, he bowed his head, pressing his palm flat against the wet slate. "I yield," Torin choked out. The other two warriors quickly followed suit, their heads lowered in complete submission.

— Don’t hate me little one, what we did was necessary. — It was necessary ... - I repeat sarcastically. - You had to convince the fat, blind girl of how much you wanted her, right? You had to fuck me all the time, right? I bit my lip to keep from crying. There was something else, there is always something else. — You'll justify yourself by saying that there was no other way to contact Yoleandra but, don't you know what a fucking tabla de Ouija is?! - I shout. — It doesn't work like that, precious. It had to be through you, you were the only one whom the spirit of the Sorceress could possess. You are her heiress, her reincarnation, you know that.

I asked before I could think, but it was too late to take back my words. He grinned and turned the question back on me. “Why do you think I’m asking such cryptic questions?” “My name is Victoria,” I answered, withdrawing from his hold as I avoided his question. From what I knew, only my kind could sense the mate bond, but he could definitely sense something odd about me, though he didn’t know what it was. I remained cautious, but he didn’t make any further attempts to approach me. “Zephyr Andreas,” he casually introduced himself. I could have let out another sarcastic remark if he didn’t appear so unaffected by sarcasm.

As for the packs, that number increases to over 90,000 able-bodied fighters. Besides, with Aura, Orion, Celeste, Fenrir, Kodiak, Chaos, Atticus, and Gaia’s mates, wolves. Well, these wolves are the most powerful in the world. So it looks like Sephone won’t stand a damn chance. Not forgetting Dragus and the members of the Supernatural Council. She needs to understand who the real queen is, and that is me. I may be human, but she will realise that it doesn’t matter if I am or not. She can’t win.

Brandon begins to say some funny but dangerous words with his hands raised up as the Impulse Moon begins to get more ready. While our master Mikel was laying on the ground like he is not understanding what is about to take place. But the words are actually well banging in his ear even with his fake collapsing spirit can hear that "And with the power restored on me as the commander of the red corps," Brandon said as the Impulse team begins to breathe heavily. They begin to move backward, and that was the moment they saw white energy flying out of a far entrance at a high class speed. So much white energies are flowing all over the bodies of the psyraids, which look shiny that it can blind an

Dream-silk threads erupted from the fang, snaring riders and horses alike, winding into unbreakable knots of starlight. Vera strode forward, dagger aloft. Lucien flanked her, claws extended. The imperial line halted in whether, breath caught between awe and terror. Their captains pressed gauntlets to foreheads, voices trembling as they saw the Dream Sovereign’s power—and the wolf’s unwavering guard. “Lay down your arms!” Vera’s voice boomed across the plateau. “Yield to the star’s justice!” A battalion commander—helmet crested with Gamma sigils—stepped forward, lance lowered. He tilted his helm. “The empire… falters under your song.” His voice shook. “We will stand aside.”

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

J uttered emptily. Another most ferocious cries left out from the spirit mouth as her body explooded in dust as she disappears for eternity. This time around, it was Sattierre who cried ferociously for she felt her other half soul left her body unknowingly. The shadow spirit is a part of Sattierre entirety being. Now that its gone, Sattierre's feared ability is no more. For she is not the true powerful spirit that lived. Not even Spirious Assuriel for in the prophecy that's been written ancient of ancient era ago, a new spirit will be born who held the true power. A true king of the purer of pure blood. The heir of mythacierre.