Spirit Fighter (Son of Angels, Jonah Stone Series #1)

Spirit Fighter (Son of Angels, Jonah Stone Series #1)

by Jerel Law


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ISBN-13: 9781400318438
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 04/03/2012
Series: Son of Angels, Jonah Stone Series , #1
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 514,760
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Jerel Law is a gifted communicator, pastor, and church planter with seventeen years experience working full-time in ministry. He holds a Master of Divinity degree from Gordon-Conwell Seminary and began writing fiction as a way to express his faith and communicate God’s love to others. Law lives in North Carolina with his family.

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Spirit Fighter


Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2011 Jerel Law
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4003-1843-8

Chapter One

The Tryout

Jonah's alarm blared in his left ear, but his eyes stayed shut and he didn't flinch, his left leg hanging over the edge of the top level of his bunk bed, a puddle of drool coming out of his mouth and onto his Star Wars pillowcase.

Just a few more minutes of sleep. That was all he needed.

Thump thump thump.

"Ungh ...," Jonah moaned.

Thump thump thump.

Jonah felt the board under his mattress move. He pulled the covers over his head and tried to ignore the frantic buzzing, knowing what his clock said without even having to look: 6:03 a.m. His least favorite time of the day. He'd slept horribly the last three nights, waking up each morning with the same fuzzy memory of a dream. Something about evil faces ... howling wind ... and angels.

The bunk beds began to creak and shake, and he knew that Jeremiah was not going to leave him alone. Even though Jeremiah was only seven years old (Jonah was thirteen), he was already catching up to his older brother in size. The bed bounced again, and from underneath the sheet Jonah felt the warm breath of a face about two inches away from his.

"Jonah!" Jeremiah said in a loud, raspy voice—his version of a whisper.

Jonah didn't move.

Jeremiah grabbed his older brother by the shoulders and shook. "Jonah! Get up! It's time for school!"

Jonah yanked the sheet down off his face.

"Jeremiah ...," he said, tired and cranky. But his brother was just sitting there grinning at him in his Scooby-Doo pajamas, breathing in his face.

The bedroom door opened. "Boys," came a girl's voice, "it's time to get up. We're going to be late for school if you don't start moving, you know."

Their eleven-year-old sister, Eliza, stood across the hallway, teasing her hair into place in front of a mirror on the wall. She was lanky like their mother, and she frowned behind her wire-rimmed glasses at a wild curl that wouldn't stay in place. Jonah launched his pillow at her, which she saw coming out of the corner of her eye and avoided just in time. It smacked harmlessly against the wall. Jeremiah fell back in the bed, laughing. Jonah drew his head back under the sheet for one more minute and let his mind wander.

Lately, Jonah's life had not gone as planned. Even though he was in seventh grade, he was still in the same school with Eliza and Jeremiah. Granger Community School had recently expanded to include students all the way from kindergarten to eighth grade, so he was stuck walking the halls knowing total embarrassment could be waiting around any given corner.

Two weeks ago Jonah was in the lunchroom when Jeremiah walked in and spotted him. He saw the wild look in his brother's eyes, which made him drop his cafeteria taco on his tray, splattering it all over his shirt, and murmur to himself in quiet humiliation, "Oh no."

He knew what was coming; he just couldn't stop it.


His brother launched himself into a full-fledged sprint to come give him a bear hug. Two tables, eight lunch trays, and a very frightened Mrs. Clagmire were no match for his excitement, and they all went flying onto the floor.

And then, just the other day, the principal made this announcement over the school intercom:

Congratulations to our very own fifth grader Eliza Stone for her recent accomplishments. She won first place in the science fair, the blue ribbon at the Math-letes Regional Competition for the Academically Advanced, and the gold medal for the local chapter of Whiz-Kid Computer Programmers International—all in the same week! Brilliant, Eliza! We at Granger Community School are privileged to have such a gifted student in our midst. Bravo!

Since then, Zack Smellman and his bully buddies had taken every chance they could to remind him that his little sister was smarter than he was. Which was funny, coming from a group of guys still taking third-grade math.

Jonah sighed loudly and finally forced himself to climb down from the top bunk. He pulled his clothes on quickly in the dark.

Still half-asleep, he staggered down the stairs, landing in a chair at the weathered wooden table beside Jeremiah, who was halfway through his bowl of Frosted Flakes. Eliza was already finished with breakfast and waiting by the door impatiently, her book bag strapped tightly to her back.

"Mom, why do Jeremiah and I have to share a room?"

Jonah's mom smiled at him sleepily, pushed the wispy blond hair from her face, and planted a kiss on his forehead. Even in her rumpled bathrobe, Eleanor Stone was stunning. Tall, with wide shoulders, hair pulled back in a ponytail, she commanded attention wherever she was.

"Haven't we been through this before, dear?" she said, running her fingers through his thick, black hair. "We only have three bedrooms, and Eliza's a girl. She needs a room to herself."

Jonah sighed. He imagined what it would be like to have a room to himself, where none of his stuff got bothered and broken, where he could lock the door and play video games or read a comic book without being pestered.

"What would you like for breakfast, hon?"

"Cereal is fine," he said, snapping out of his fantasy. He shook the flakes into a chipped green bowl while she poured milk from a plastic jug. "Where's Dad?"

"He had a late meeting at the church last night, so he's sleeping in this morning."

Jonah nodded, crunching on his cereal slowly. His dad was the pastor of All Souls United Methodist Church in Peacefield, and late-night meetings were a regular thing.

"Don't forget your basketball shoes and shorts, dear," she said, using one hand to try to tame his mane of hair. "Tryouts are today, remember?"

It was often easy for Jonah to forget things, like homework (he forgot to do two English assignments last week) or chores (his parents had started attaching brightly colored notes to his tennis shoes and video games), but forget that basketball tryouts for the middle school boys' team at Granger Community School were today? It was all he had thought about for weeks. True, he was a little shorter than most of the boys in his class, but he was fast, and he had been practicing in his driveway every single day for the last month. He was ready.

"Yeah, Mom, I know," he said, munching a little quicker, suddenly feeling more awake.

His mom lifted his chin with her finger and looked at him with her bright green eyes. "Just know that whatever happens, your father and I are very proud of you."

Jeremiah suddenly hopped up and wrapped his arms around Jonah's neck, tightly squeezing as he talked, so hard that Jonah coughed up some of his breakfast. "Yeah, Jonah, we are proud-of-you!"

Eliza still stood at the door, her arms crossed and scowling. She wore a pink, sparkly blouse and a black skirt with leggings. Even Jonah had noticed she was dressing differently this year. No more sweatpants and raggedy T-shirts. But she was still his little sister. "Yes, yes, we are all so proud of you, big brother," she said sarcastically. "Now can we get going, please? You're going to make us miss the bus!"

They had to run to the bus stop, but they made it. In almost no time the bus pulled up to a campus of large, one-story brick buildings. Granger Community School sprawled out in every direction, connected by an intricate spiderweb of cracking concrete walkways.

Jeremiah stood at the bottom of the bus steps waiting patiently for his big brother. "Come on, Jonah, take me to class."

When school started, their mom made Jonah promise he would walk his brother to his class. But that was four weeks ago. Shouldn't you know your way to your own room by now? Jonah thought as he looked down at Jeremiah.

Jonah sighed, knowing it wasn't worth the argument. "Fine. But I'm not holding your hand."

He dropped his head a little lower as he walked beside his brother, who happened to be skipping. As a seventh grader, Jonah knew nothing good was going to come from people seeing him walk around every morning with a little kid wearing a Scooby- Doo backpack.

Jonah dropped Jeremiah off at his classroom and then hurried to the seventh-grade hallway, entering his first class just as the bell rang.

"Nice kicks, Stone. Been shopping at the Goodwill store again?"

The boys sitting around Zack Smellman's desk snorted, and he grinned at Jonah with his arms folded.

Gritting his teeth, Jonah reminded himself that the first day of basketball tryouts started this afternoon. Smellman was not going to get the best of him today.

So he didn't let it bother him later that morning when he got back his science test and only scored a seventy-eight. He was not shaken when his math teacher gave the class two hours of extra homework. All he could think about was what was going to happen on the basketball court.

Finally, mercifully, the clock struck three. His stomach was doing somersaults, but he was ready. He knew it.

With his gym clothes on and basketball shoes laced up, he took the floor with the other boys. Thirty-nine, to be exact, going out for just twelve spots. He glanced at them nervously, sizing up the competition. Most of them seemed bigger and stronger than he was.

Jonah grabbed a ball to warm up and started taking shots, trying not to let any bad thoughts seep into his brain. He began with free throws. He was really good at these. Clang. Clang. Clang. Three in a row went bouncing off the rim. The fourth hammered off the backboard and didn't even touch the rim at all. At home he would make three out of four, at least. What was going on? Suddenly his lunch felt like it was about to come up.

Coach Martin Nelderbaum, or "Coach Marty," as he told everybody to call him, was the physical education instructor at the school. He said he had played basketball in high school, but Jonah couldn't see how. Coach Marty almost had the proportions of a basketball himself, with a huge belly that hung out from the bottom of his way-too-small gray gym shirt. He practically yelled every word that came out of his mouth.

"Hello! My name is Coach Marty! Today is the first day of Middle School Boys Basketball Tryouts! You are mine for the next hour and a half, and you will do whatever I say! Now, don't take this the wrong way, but a bunch of you are NOT GOING TO MAKE THIS TEAM!"

He had to pause there to take a few breaths, exhausted already from his own scream-talking.

"Try your hardest! I will be looking for the best twelve players on this floor! I want to see one hundred percent effort from each of you!" Jonah zoned out a little when Coach Marty went on like this for ten more minutes, even though he was determined to pick up any last-minute pointers he could—apparently it looked like he would need them. Finally, Coach Marty instructed everybody to get in a line in front of the basket, and the tryouts were officially underway.

No one tried harder than Jonah. But in the running drills, he was one of the last to finish the wind sprints. He missed three out of the five layups he attempted in the layup drill. His free throws bounced off the basket like there was an invisible cover on it. When he lined up to take three-point shots, only one out of four even hit the rim. The rest totally missed the goal. One of them even hit Coach Marty in the stomach when he wasn't looking. He grunted, glared at Jonah, and tossed the ball to the next guy.

Jonah watched as the coach stared at him with one eye while writing furiously on his clipboard. He swallowed hard. Was he writing something about him?

It was a miserable tryout. He couldn't stay out of his own way. But Jonah reminded himself that at least there were two more days to prove himself. Coach Marty gathered the boys in the center of the court and yelled at them again, "Saw a lot of great stuff out there today, men! For the most part, you boys did great! Same time, same place tomorrow afternoon! Now, hit the locker room!"

The tired boys were staggering away from mid-court when Coach Marty, still staring down at his clipboard, barked, "Stone, comma, Jonah! A word with you, son!"

As the others left, Coach Marty put his arm around Jonah's shoulder and spoke in a slightly more normal volume for the first time that day. "Son," he said, sounding only a little less like the human bullhorn he was before, "do you play any other sports?"

Jonah stared at him for a minute, not understanding the question. When he opened his mouth, all that came out was a sputter of words.

"Well ... not really ... I ... basketball is ... my ..."

Coach Marty patted his shoulder and nodded sadly.

"Listen, son, I've seen a lot of great basketball players in my day, and I can confidently say that after watching you practice today, basketball is not your sport."

The words hung in the air, and Jonah felt like the coach had suddenly begun speaking a foreign language. Not. Your. Sport. What did he mean? Coach Marty saw the confusion on his face and took a more direct route this time.

"I don't think you need to come back tomorrow, Stone," the coach said gruffly. "I've seen enough. You're not going to make the team."

He patted Jonah on the shoulder hard, twice.

"Truth hurts sometimes, kid. But don't worry. There are plenty of other sports to play." Then, as if he had just had the greatest idea ever, he said, "Ever thought about badminton?"

And with that, he walked off the court, leaving Jonah standing there alone, mouth hanging open.

"Basketball is not your sport." The words started to sink in. "Ever thought about badminton?" "Not. Your. Sport." Jonah turned and walked slowly back into the locker room. All the boys were laughing loudly, bragging about all the shots they made in the tryout. Jonah shuffled quietly to his locker, grabbed his stuff, and made a beeline for the door. He just wanted to be invisible.

He tore across the gym floor and pushed the metal double doors open, slamming one of them hard against the brick wall on the outside of the building. How could this happen? How could he have played so badly? And how could Coach Marty have asked him not to come back tomorrow? His legs began to move faster. He was not sure where he was running, but he just needed to go. To get away from everything, from the gym, the other guys. From everyone.

Jonah found himself on the empty soccer field behind the school. He slowed down and began to catch his breath. Suddenly the words his dad had said a million times popped into his head.

"If you're ever stuck, pray. Trust me, it will all work out."

He sighed heavily as he brought himself to a halt and slipped his gym bag from his shoulder, standing in the middle of the field and leaning over with his hands on his knees. "God, it's Jonah," he said, and with that, the words began to erupt. "I know You are there, and I know You love me. But I don't know what to do. Things aren't great right now. I can't believe what just happened at the basketball tryout. I know I haven't been getting much sleep the past couple nights, but am I really that bad? Everyone thinks I'm a loser. I'm ... I'm not good at ... anything ..."

Tears began to form in his eyes and then run hotly down his face. He wiped them on his shirtsleeve, but that didn't help them stop. Instead, his shoulders began to shake and his chest heaved as he cried. He stood there until the tears finally dried up.

"God, can You help me? Can You show me what to do? Can You just fix this?"

His dad was fond of calling God Elohim, one of His names from the Bible, which in the ancient Hebrew language meant "Strong One." He also loved to tell Jonah and his brother and sister that praying was the most powerful thing any human could do. And that Elohim listened to them—and that if they would listen back, He would speak. But the truth was, neither Jonah—or his dad, as far as he knew—had ever heard God's voice. Maybe it was just something his dad was supposed to say. He was a pastor, after all. It was his job to believe that stuff.

Jonah looked up at the sunny sky, hoping for an answer, but all he heard were a few birds chirping in the distance. And even they grew silent. He shrugged his shoulders and began to walk off the field. What did he expect? For God to show up on the field and turn him into LeBron James? What a joke.


Excerpted from Spirit Fighter by JEREL LAW Copyright © 2011 by Jerel Law. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents


PART I: BEGINNINGS....................1
1. The Tryout....................3
2. A Little Backyard Football....................15
3. The Nephilim....................21
4. A Bully After School....................31
5. In the Shadows....................39
6. Henry....................47
7. The Taking....................57
PART II: INTO THE CITY....................61
8. Visitors at the Door....................63
9. The Messenger....................75
10. Encounter on the Road....................83
11. The Train to Newark....................93
12. A Dark Alleyway....................107
13. Fraunces Tavern....................121
PART III: THE HIDDEN REALM....................135
14. Archery Lessons....................137
15. The Bridge to Brooklyn....................147
16. Jonah's Vision....................161
17. The Castle....................171
18. Tunnel to Wards Island....................185
19. Victor Grace....................195
20. Family Reunion....................209
21. New York City Asylum for the Insane....................217
22. Blade of Angels....................225
Epilogue: Peacefield....................235
About the Author....................243

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Spirit Fighter 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 34 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is sooooo gooood. I got it at my local barnes and nobles. I havent finished it yet, but it is so good. =D Take a chance and get it.
mrsinserra More than 1 year ago
This is one of the most well written Christian Fiction books for kids that I have read yet. It uses the Bible as a tool to help the main characters to save their mother, who is a Nephilim, or the offspring of a fallen angel and a human. This story has angels, and it keeps the proper hierarchy/ dogma, guardian angels are different than warrior angels, who are different from Archangels for example. It has actual quotes from the Bible that become literally true when the kids pray to God, who they call Elohim (the Hebrew word for God), for help along the way for example, they are granted the use of the shield of faith, it’s strength is based on their faith in God. This book is fast paced and has a ton of action. This book demonstrated several important themes, such as team work, faith in God, that size/age doesn’t matter, even the small/weak can be strong, with the help of the Lord, and that even someone born from sin, can choose to follow God, among others. This book would be enjoyed by both girls and boys. The two main characters are siblings and both are strong, faithful kids, who make great role models for young Christians. They have their doubts, but in the end have faith in God, who helps them. There is no sex or any romance or love at all, except the love between family, and towards God. I recommend this book for kids of any age, depending on their reading level, probably somewhere around 5th grade, but adults will like this book as well for its powerful message. I received this book as an ARC. I do not get paid to review books; I do so in order to assist parents and clergy in recommending appropriate books for kids to read. Please read more of my reviews on my blog: sarahereads(dot)wordpress(dot)com
PlantsandPillars More than 1 year ago
Spirit Fighter is the “Percy Jackson series for Christians”, and is a wonderful, fiction for any bookshelf. What if you were told you were one quarter angel, how would you respond? When Jonah and Eliza Stone are told their mother is a Nephilm, their world is turned upside down. Following their mother’s disappearance and the appearance of a world they didn’t know existed, the Stone siblings are thrust into a story of mystery, danger, and fast paced excitement. It’s a story of the supernatural for children of all ages. The writing is well done, the plot well told, and the characters are dynamic. A wonderful free read for young people today. Score ~ ¿¿¿¿ Violence ~ 2 Indecency ~ None Language ~ None Age Appropriateness ~ 10 and above, boys and girls
ChristyProject More than 1 year ago
If you like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and want to add a spiritual twist, then Spirit Fighter may be the book for you. My Fav Things: I thought it was a very creative concept and a fun adventure story, great for teaching middle school aged kiddos about spiritual warfare. I enjoyed the use of Scripture, and the explanation given by Henry (a guardian angel) about spiritual warfare. My Not So Fav Things: The writing is sometimes awkward and clunky. I found some of the images of the fallen angels to be a little intense for the age range of this book. I found it extremely annoying that the only name any one of the characters gives to God is Elohim. It makes sense if all the angels did that, but the fact that Jonah's parents do too seems weird to me. And speaking of parents, I find it the most annoying that Jonah's dad is a pastor and yet Jonah and Eliza don't seem to be as knowledgeable about prayer, Scripture, spiritual warfare, etc that you would think pastor's kids would grow up knowing about.
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Great book. Love the action and adventure. Must have for avid readers. Christion version of Percy Jackson.
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This book is great for 11-13 years of age
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is at jesus walter res1
Beloved731 More than 1 year ago
This is a good FANTASY read for all age levels. Keeping in mind this is a work of FICTION nothing in this book should offend or disturb the reader. The main character is given the traits of an AVERAGE kid his age and some of the typical struggles life can present. The author is targeting a particular age group and I for one am very happy to see this type of option available to my teenager. Will be getting the entire set.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a very good book to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an amazing book. Jonah stone finds out that he is a quarterling. By definition his grandfather is a fallen angel. Jonah and his sister, Eliza set out to find and rescue their mother who is a nephilim or half angel. Elenor their mom was captured by Abaddon or Satan. As Jonah and Eliza are discovering their angelic abilities they must rescue their mother with help from their family's guardiaan angel,Henry. This is a fast paced fantasy with a supernatural twist. Great for any readerlooking for a good series to latch on to. I cant wait to read the next book! ~ Anonymous
LovesChristianSpec More than 1 year ago
Loved it! My husband and I read this book with my 11-year-old daughter. It was a very exciting story with an excellent message! We've already bought the next book in the series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Go to icy nights res one
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was great
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is good for everyone it talks about angels . Itis interaning it is based on genioss love it
gjo50 More than 1 year ago
Book 1 of a Great Series for Teens and Pre-Teens This book begins with a bang and races from there. I actually got the third book first, but quickly realized that I needed to read books one and two to complete the story. The children learn that they are special kids destined to fight in the spiritual warfare battle of good against evil. What child (or any age for that matter) can resist that! The kids learn to put on their armor when they are called on to go into battle by going to school with others who also have special gifts. The book uses versus from the Bible to back up the story. This should be in every library that has a Harry Potter book, and gifted to every child that loves to read. I would much rather see kids consuming this than Harry Potter. I highly recommend this series for lovers of action and supernatural forces.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book loved it
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I am reading this book and i want to be a teacher and i play school a lot and i feel like this is the perfect book to do while working on the armor of God
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these books. Mr.Law has a way withbwords. He came to my school told us ALL about it! I think its cool because it has simalarities from the Bible. You should read this because it is fun and adventureous
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rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
Spirit Fighter by Jerel Law 5 STARS I found myself lost in the story and had a good time reading it. Spirit fighter is angels versus fallen angels and this battle is being fought by a 13 year old boy and a 11 year old girl. They have to go and save thier mom who was kidnapped by the fallen angels. Jonah 13 is excited because today was the start of basketball tryouts. He has been practicing for a long time. Its three days long. But the first day of tryouts the coach told him that it was not his game and don't come for the other 2 days of tryouts. Jonah was upset and said a prayer then kicked a ball in frustration and it flew along ways. Jonah told his father what happened to him. Jonah Mom and Dad after his little sister and brother were in bed that his mom was not all human. Her father was a fallen angel so she was a halfling and he was a 16th part angel. It is easy for a halfing to take after the fallen side if not careful. She did not know why Elohim answered his prayers right not but that he would have a reason for it. Eleanor a few days later was kidnapped by fallen angels. Warrior angels and the family guardian angel came to tell them what happened. That a lot of past histories dark side was caused by halfings. The mission to save thier mom is for Jonah an Eliza job to do. They needed to trust in Elohim to know all things and trust in him. Jonah has strength and speed are his gifts and they don't know what her gifts are but they are willing to go and rescue thier mom. Of course the fallen angels dont want to have thier plan ruined and take measures to stop Jonah and Eliza. This book has some bible versus and some history from the bible in this uplifting adventure story. I hope more books are in the work for this series. It will be one that I will read in the future. Thier is nothing objectable in this book unless you don't belive in Faith, Trust and Elohim power and knowledge. I was given this ebook to read in exchange for honest review from Netgalley. 04/03/2012 PUB Thomas Nelson