Call Of The Spear Novels & Stories

But just then, a long spear suddenly shot out from a distance. Clang! The spear pierced the ground before Adrian. From the spear, a powerful momentum was unleashed, enveloping the entire area. "The wielder of the Pugna Spear… Ralph Kines!" Adrian immediately recognized the attacker. Ralph was one of the most outstanding figures among the various forces exploring the Nine Dragons' Secret Realm. He was exceptionally powerful, having reached the pinnacle of the eighth level. He was just one step away from the ninth level. In Ralph's hand was a weapon called the Pugna Spear. This spear was extraordinarily powerful, possessing unmatched might and vigor. The spear was blood-red, adorned with patte

The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion. "Let them come. I will run my spear through their hearts and pin them to the earth like the worthless carrion they are, if finding our map piece's hangs at stake," Beatrice, as the Spearman, says as she checks our supply pack and grips her spear tightly hidden in its compact metal case. When deployed, the spear extends into its full deadly length, and to a deadly polearm, able to skewer foes from beyond their reach. Its sharp tip promises a gruesome end for anyone standing between us and our goal.

When activated, it could gather spiritual energy and manifest the illusion of a serpent devouring the moon. "Perfect! This will do nicely," Chase murmured, his eyes glinting with excitement. He grasped the spear firmly and gave it a sharp shake. The metallic resonance echoed sharply, sending out a silver spear gleam that shot outside the library and carved a deep ditch into the ground. "As expected of a spiritual weapon. A single spear gleam is comparable to the attack of a stage-nine martial arts saint. If fully awakened…" Chase's eyes burned with anticipation as he gripped the spear again and yanked it downward with full force.

He clapped his hands together, his crimson eyes flashing with absolute malice. "Execute: Sanguine Spear!" He didn't summon a weapon from a data-port. He used his own blood. Viscous, dark red energy erupted from his palms, rapidly solidifying into a ten-foot lance of hyper-condensed necrotic Qi. It radiated a cold so absolute it turned the air around it to liquid oxygen. He hurled the spear directly at Caleb's glowing chest. Caleb didn't dodge. He didn't slow down. He didn't even raise his arms.

The spear shifted direction fast, smooth and sharp. “This,” he said, “is called a counter bind.” He stepped away from me and faced me fully. “Attack me.” I hesitated. “You are serious?” “Very,” he replied calmly. “Do not think. Just move.” I inhaled sharply and lunged at him, the spear slicing through the air toward his chest. In less than a second, he stepped inside my reach, slapped the shaft aside, and locked his arm over mine. My spear was trapped against his body, useless.

They called. "Demon Queen!" They called. "Men kill this God and the demon queen who betrayed the kingdom!" The leader called. Yet the two Gods fly! "Use your spear!" *shot *shot The shot their spears above yet the two didn't stand there without doing anything! "Kill!" Both muttered as they fly together. "Whip!" Crap called. "Echolocation!" Butt called. These two powers attacked the devils! "Ah!!!!!" The men yelled. The ear-piercing sound a whip that can smash their body to death!

Blood began to flow. I kicked him, knocking him backwards and I drove down with the spear as hard as I could. He rolled last second and I drove the spear deep into the wooden floor. I struggled vainly to remove it as Toby ran at me, spear outright. At the last minute I abandoned the stuck spear, dodging and rolling to the side while kicking out my legs. Toby flew backwards and fell heavily as he let go of his spear where it clattered to the ground.

Fueled by rage, determination, and the haunting sound of my mate's cries, I grab two spears and leap on a fallen hybrid, using its bulk as a springboard to launch myself at the nearest hybrid. My hand comes down, swift and merciless, as it drives a spear into the hybrid's right eye with bone-jarring force. It growls out in pain, flinging me away as it flails wildly, clawing at his ruined eyes. I spring to my feet, immediately charging towards another enemy.

I could barely see two feet in front of me. Then I felt it. Something was wrong. I stopped and listened. The only sound was the wind. Suddenly, a spear flew out of the fog, aimed straight for my face. I caught it mid-air, my hand closing around the shaft just inches from my eyes. I looked up. A man stood in the distance, barely visible in the mist. He was preparing to throw another spear. My eyes turned golden. I used all my strength and threw the spear back at him. It flew fast and true. Before the man could move, the spear buried itself in his chest, pinning him to the tree behind him with a sickening thud.

The man twirled the spear easily between his hands. “You should have run faster,” he said. Then he lunged. The spear shot toward her chest. Lena barely managed to twist sideways. The blade sliced past her shoulder, missing by inches. Gasps erupted from the crowd. The warrior pulled the spear back quickly and struck again. Lena stumbled backward. The tip grazed her sleeve. Another step and she would hit the ritual post behind her. Her heart pounded harder. Move. Think. The spear came again. Faster this time.