Spirit Swords Novels & Stories

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.

The Red Corps are already just too close to her, there is no where she will escape from them. And the Red Corps are also shooting so recklessly, besides not all of them that arrived this time around have gun. Some are making use of the Red swords which are still capable of penetrating any iron. But the Sword cannot really turn some one to ashes when it will be use to stab someone. But it can actually burn the person with fire because there are fire that are burning all over their Sword. And that's just the simple different between the sword and the gun. And came to think of it, Zara'm power actually has similarity to the powers of the Red corps.

It was like it was reacting to me—to my fear, my heartbeat, my voice. The smoke hesitated, swirling back for a moment before pressing forward again. Corin was still too far. I could see him fighting through the shadows, cutting down one after another with his glowing sword. Each strike sent bursts of green light across the ground. The crystals on his blade pulsed like a heartbeat, the gem in the hilt blazing bright. “ Hold on, Liora!” he shouted. The barrier light flared once more—but then, just as quickly, began to fade.

“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.”

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

Akihiko looks at Yasuhiro with an annoyed face. Yasuhiro charges at him with another spear formed from the ground and starts to attack him. Akihiko dodges many of those thrusts while deflecting most of them. He got hit very few times compared to the sparring round with the Great sword. Yasuhiro being shocked at his massive growth takes a pause of 2 seconds before continuing his flurry of spear thrusts. Akihiko had become sharper and sharper and they went at it continuously for an hour and half. Akihiko’s stamina completely burns away during one of those sparring rounds and gets beaten to a pulp. Being wasted, he lays on the ground like a dead body. “Your growth surprised me! But most of all,

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.

Luckily there were curtains that surrounded each section of the bed, blocking the bright sunlight. Noel held his forehead with his trembling hand, grunting once in awhile as he felt his Mana draining. His breath also felt heavy as if the hole in his chest prevents him to breathe. He just noticed what happened to him earlier at the cafe after slightly calming his throbbing head down. "…Is this, 'Spirit Pierce'?" He muttered. It made sense given the amount of pain that he felt, as if his soul was stabbed by something sharp. Spirit Pierce is a magic attack spell of a mythical class, used mainly for communication between worlds. The procedure of casting the spell was also hard to maintain and wo

And the sword held by hai he is one of the spiritual tool, spiritual sword. Spiritual tool is divided into nine levels based on the spiritual energy within. With the highest level 1 and level 9. Of course, the eastern continent doesn't have a top-level spiritual tool, even the four continents don't necessarily have one. At the very highest they only have a class 6 spiritual tool. "Having the confidence to remove the spiritual sword level 1, you really don't understand" xiao long said, he underestimated it because the sword was only a spiritual class 1 sword.

Syd's expression shifted. His attack had been flicked away so easily, and this opponent of his did not even have a weapon on him. Not only had Wilbur deflected Syd's attack, but he had also managed to get closer to him. That was a clear sign of disrespect. Syd flared up in fury, channeling his spiritual energy as his sword lit up with spiritual flames. "Ghostly Wheel Slayer!" he shouted, whipping his sword furiously. Multiple blade shadows in the shape of wheels emerged from the sword, attacking Wilbur in all directions.