Sword Spirit Novels & Stories

He had to keep his distance to be able to handle the extent of the spirit’s strength. He summoned his mind. As the Elemental Inversion Formation returned to his body and the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword materialized in his hand, he charged toward the evil spirit. As he held up his arm, frightening sword energy emanated from it, slashing the void apart and heading for the evil spirit. The spirit’s afterimage was uncanny as it split into two, avoiding the attack from the sword. It merged immediately after and continued advancing toward James.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

Even if it was injured, a skinny Lion is still bigger than a house cat. "Only one way to know for sure," Saxon unsheathed Red Fang. Snapping his finger, he created a spark then compressed the billowing sea of flames created by his talent onto the blade of his Katana. He swung his sword diagonally and a crescent moon shaped flame left the tip of the blade and headed towards the wind spirit. The wind spirit waved its hand to create a similar crescent moon shaped wind blade that went out to meet the flame blade heading towards it.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Lily looked at Amity, then turned to Elias and said: "I told you, I don't know martial arts." "I'll teach you." Amity stretched her arms out in front of her, her eyes closed, her mouth saying a spell. Suddenly, around, many thin streams of light like smoke gathered on her hands, white smoke sparkling like silver streams forming crescents on both hands. “It's amazing!” Lily gasped at what happened before her eyes. Up until now, she had only seen such things in cinematography, or magic. Amity held two scythes and swung them to create beautiful light streaks in the air. The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior.

“You’ve met some sprites. Are you sure you want to have an entire group of them together at once? Unmated sprites? You heard the group think/group speak thing that they do. You’re talking about hundreds of those voices at once.” She looks around the restaurant again before turning back to me. “Is that why everyone got quiet?” “Yeah, you’re asking for a huge headache. As much as our wolves adore the sprites, small doses are always better.” “Yes, but then it’s a one and done. As I said, I can do them all at once.” This woman, this witch, my sweet mate, has no idea how special she is. “Then we’ll do them all at once,” I say.

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.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

Kaylus was nearly deflating. "Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this." Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence. A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven.