Call Of The Spear Novels & Stories

Picking up the sliver spear laced heavily with wolfbane that was meant to take my life. "You made the worst mistake of your life by choosing the wrong side." I turned over the first guy's face, his eyes were begging for me to save him but it was too late. I raised the spear with one hand and then slammed it down into his guts, I could hear the sounds of his spinal bone being crushed but I didn't care. In a single movement, I pulled it out. The sound of an angered wolf snarling at me as it raced towards me reached my ears before the wolf got closer. With my strength, I threw the spear toward it, it pierced through its mouth and then came out through his buttock like meat that was being roaste

A shock wave passed through the ground, and the undead resumed their frenzy and lunged at him, but they never touched the ground, they flew several meters above the ground while black spikes protruded from the earth and pierced their body. He took a spear from the weapons on his back, twirled it, and slammed into the ground, the shockwave sweeping away the nearby undead. The shooters resumed their attack, but each of them disappeared around him. "Spear Art." He spun the spear and threw it with incredible force at a group of shooters, but it stuck to the rock rather than any of them. "Dagger Art." This time, he took 2 battered daggers and slashed the undead around him, with exceptional skill.

Raeya suggested. Right on cue, the line from headquarters called. Daru accepted the call and Sir Vance’s next words went everything to a standstill. “I would like to congratulate the teams in the East. In less than ten minutes, you were able to capture a conjurer. Other teams in North, West, and South, continue your covert operations while we ask our beloved guests some questions. That’s all. Back to your positions.” After that, pictures of the conjurer in a brown cape and hood all bound and surrounded by warriors flooded the screen. Raeya recognized the face of that conjurer from the wanted list that they had to memorize during the last civil war.

the Alpha said, "It's good you joined us when you did, Moon's Call, I thought you'd never answer to my summon." "The fact that I do not answer to any Alpha doesn't turn me away from my duties as protector of the realm, Darius. I owe my loyalty to the guild." The lone wolf replied and stared down at the dead beast underneath him. "How many were they?" The Beta, the second in command of the Darius’ pack, Herrick, who was in his early forties and was kind, respectful and agile, stepped forward and replied, "Two... I believe they were sent as scouts. They attacked Karen and Stella while they were strolling the grounds. We killed one of the beasts close to the sea and this one got us this far."

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

She instinctively knew this would allow her to align her sight with the spear's tip. Nueva sucked in a deep breath, stretching her lungs to the fullest before launching the spear with considerable power at the intended target, slicing through the creature's ever-changing form. The ice spread from the gaping wound, engulfing the black veil in frosty light blue. The creature screeched and retracted its lengthening shadows like an octopus collecting its arms.

the ladies chorused. The lady faced the altar, and she said to Vivian, “Rejoice, for you’ll sleep now, little one.” She held the spear in a manner that had its sharp point focused down, she directed it to Vivian’s heart. “You’ll be our strength,” she said. Vivian’s breathing increased. “You’ll be our new weapon,” the lady added, and brought the spear down for Vivian’s chest, but the spear didn’t touch Vivian as it exploded into tiny bits.

That was his one-shot at saving himself, so he normally would not use it until necessary. He kicked against the ground and shot toward Fane like an arrow. Under the impetus of his internal energy, he managed to careen forward at full speed. The spear that was aimed at his heart stabbed the ground with a loud bang instead, and the revolving flaming skulls exploded the moment the spear hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust which instantly blocked everyone’s vision. After the series of explosions, Fane heard the annoying voice again. “I say, Brother Fane, you are so strong, so won’t you please help me take those two down!”

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

I slash at it with a cry, but he snaps it back and thrusts it again. We circle each other and jab our weapons, then dart them back again. I slice the side of his body, but he doesn't react to the pain. He slashes at the air, and I tell myself that the next time he thrusts, I'll sink low and thrust the spear upward. I wait for him to try to stab me. It's my only chance. I can't hesitate. Sweat beads my upper lip. I feel oddly calm now. I watch his feet. He steps toward and I bend my knees. With all the force that I can muster, I jab at him with the spear. A cry finally leaves his lips. I drop the spear and he stumbles backward, clutching his bleeding abdomen.