Spirit Warrior Book Novels & Stories

The water in a nearby fountain swirled in a spiral, tugging toward me, subtle, almost imperceptible. Why spread fear like that? I live under your roof. Maybe it was time to start thinking about going back to Mom’s and preparing to step out on my own after graduation. The prophecy, I learned, was ancient, older than most packs. It spoke of a white wolf, born of Alpha blood but touched by something older, destined to either unite the supernatural world - or plunge it into chaos. The deciding factor? The strength - or corruption - of her soul.

Allowing just one finger to transform into my dragon claw, I created a small cut on the comatose man’s thumb, allowing a few drops of his blood to fall into the small black book in my hand. Journee is watching me, wide eyed with curiousity. Knowing her, a thousand questions must be flying through her mind, but she choses not to say a word. I do the same to Journee’s thumb, as her blood drops on to the blank page, a sizzle of smoke arises, and the book disappears. “What did you just do?” She finally asks. “Made you officially a divorced woman by Spirit Law.” I answer her smugly. “…that…was the book of Life and Death?” Seeing the twitch in the corners of her mouth, I know she is itching to bom

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 heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

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?”

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.