Spirit Warrior Book Novels & Stories

The ephemeral body, which was the image of a man with long flying dreadlocks and an empty face, was the warrior's ancestral spirit. Just as quickly as the spirit got out, it started mimicking the movement of the young warrior. It wielded the spear and rushed ahead to collide with the beast. Bang! With one swift woosh, the spirit stabbed the beast in its stomach—instantly injuring it. Rargh!!! The beast, which had been engaged in neck-deep battle with the other young warriors, roared ferociously as it was caught unawares, by the sudden attack. Almost instantaneously it turned around, and hastily lunged at the spirit that had pierced it, with a voracious and greedy Intent, it chopped at the t

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

Sierra came here as a child to learn about her gifts too but as she was the last of her bloodline, it was left to sit quietly alone and wait for a new purpose. I take my book to one end of the roughened, stained, dark surface and lay it down carefully. A huge old somewhat unidentifiable book, bound expertly, and strangely ornate. I flick it open to reveal the pages inside which are yellowed and worn along the edges, some are splattered with drops and smudges that hints at a great many uses. Handwritten in black ink in a beautiful scroll, mostly English, but it varies. My Spanish sucks and this is a bilingual spell book pushing more to the other language than my own. “I can’t read this.” I po

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I blurted out, he was cutting me off too many times and grew sick of trying to let it out slowly, "I— I do what?" He question, But I didn't respond, I am sure he heard me the first time. Turning his back to me, I felt down, was having a heartbeat so bad? "Al, I am so sorry—" "My mother would tell me stories," he spoke, "A legend... A prophecy about one who was born with a heartbeat will challenge and overthrow the ruler of my coven," "You— " I whispered, "You are going to overthrow the king,"

Guardioni bowed. "Please, refrain from the salutations," said Hrishikesh as he always does. "Here is a book the Emperors wanted you to have. High King Eloy discussed it with Emperor Malvan and Emperor Mithraos. They instructed me to find this for you," said Guardioni. Rishikesh was surprised. "They said it has knowledge that will help you gain your heart's desire," said Guardioni with a small smile. ----------- Hrishikesh read the book from cover to cover and he understood what they wanted him to find. Finally, as he kept the book aside when the sunlight streamed into his chambers, he felt hope bloom in him.

James tilted his head in confusion. Delainey introduced him in detail, “A hundred years ago, he was an invincible martial artist who came up with Spiritual Art and Spiritual Palm. He was also known as the scourge of that generation. In our ancient books, it’s recorded that various amazing martial artists from all over the world gathered to take him down. However, most of them were no match for him. If his cultivation did not go awry resulting in his True Energy going haywire, he would not have lost.” “What is Spirit’s rank in the ancient books of Mount Thunder Sect?”

The spirit had told them the book will fall into the wrong hand no matter how hard they try. "A-are you saying we won't get the book?" Ariana asked, stuttering slightly. She just could not believe that the spirit had spoken the right words. Isn't the spirit that of a fox? Known for their cunning act? Jasmine nodded. "Yes, we won't get the book at first" "What book are you talking about?" Jabal asked. They had just returned after going to so many places. They had thought by now they should be done with expelling the spirit and might be ready to listen to what they have to say but the mood they met them now says a different thing.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

It made so much sense the amount of respect that was given to Alpha's now and how everyone waited until they were seated before they did as much as a breath. Luckily most of my cognitive years were spent here, so I knew so little about my kind, and I had not experienced the strictness I read in these books. My wolf and I had not bonded, and sometimes I wondered if she even existed. The books were helping, though. I began to feel like there was more than one spirit in me, and I even practiced some of what I read just so I could see the impact it would have.