Call Of The Spear Novels & Stories

“Is it over? It…it turned into rats.” “All the rats are dead.” “Are you sure? I’ll come back with my familiars and enough vanquishing potion to—” “No,” everyone says at the same time. “You’ve been weakened, Callie.” Lucas slips his arm around me again. “As have I. We need to go.” He picks me up before I can protest and starts walking away from the alley. “Wait,” I say and push out of his arms. “What is it?” “The vent. I…I need to recover it.”

he added, reminiscing. Carissa went to the weapons room, and retrieved the gleaming silver spear with its striking red ribbon. The silver spearhead and the red ropes tied at the junction of the spearhead and shaft were dazzling. Her father had named it the Rose Spear because it was both sharp and beautifully adorned with rose carvings. Hidden within the roses were mechanisms that released small arrows when pressed. The red ribbon swayed with the spear’s movements, making it a weapon that struck fear into her enemies' hearts.

Aimed it at her floating form. I was too far away. Could not reach him in time. The rebel threw the spear. It flew straight and true toward Elvanya's heart. But before the spear hit Elvanya screamed one final time. This scream was different. It shook the ground.

From the stronghold ahead, accompanied by a buzzing sound, a long spear shimmering with purple-golden light came flying through the air. Bang! With a muffled sound, this long spear fell in an arc, piercing into the ground. Upon impact, the spear shaft trembled rapidly. Biefren’s face darkened. “It’s someone with hostility, James.” James replied calmly, “We’re the hostile ones.” Suddenly, an arrogant voice resounded in the void. “I don’t care who you monsters are. Whoever dares to pass this spear shall face doom!” Biefren sneered, “Ha, he’s quite confident! Shall I have a go, James?”

For their future. When his fingers closed around the spear again, it glowed, softly at first… then blindingly bright. The chamber rumbled—but the weapon did not resist. It had chosen him. ⸻ They returned to camp just before sunrise. Whispers spread fast. The Moonblooded now held the legendary spear. And with it, the hopes of all who followed him. Brian took Alex’s hand in front of the gathered warriors and raised it high. “We fight not just to survive,” he said, voice strong. “We fight for the right to choose our mates, to protect our Omegas, to end centuries of pain. Under one banner. Under one moon.”

Swirling my spear with belligerence, I took the pleasure of knocking the club away from her hand with a single strike. Without hesitation I lunged forward; I snatched it up, my motion fluid. She tried to recover, but it was too late. With all the strength and fury I could muster, I drove my spear forward into her chest. Her momentum broke; for a brief second she came to a standstill. The image of Mehan flashed through my mind once more, and I thrust the spear deeper into her chest. “This is for Mehan.” I muttered, pulling out my spear, and she slumped to the ground, dead.

The dead warrior twisted the spear that was stuck in Caleb's shoulder and Caleb let out a loud growl of pain. "You will die first," Caleb screamed as he swung the sword in his hand and broke the spear in half. This caused the dead warrior to go off balance and gave Caleb the space to get up from where he laid. He stood up with speed and precision, as if the spear that was stuck in his shoulder was not there, and delivered a clean strike to the dead warriors head, cutting it clean off. "Told you you will die first," Caleb said as he spit blood on the dead warriors body.

The words had a weight to them. Arkon’s gaze swept over us. “The Spear of Death was forged in fire and vampire blood. A single stab into the heart of a vampire… it ends them. Instantly. That was how the war ended.” His hand reached down and rested on his bag at his side. “The leader of a coven fell to a Hunter’s hand, and the rest fled into hiding.” “So that's how we stop this, a stab to Valor?” I asked. “In plain terms.” he answered.

A blast from his spear sent an entire line of soldiers up into flames as they burnt to death in a gruesome manner, their screams filling our ears with terror. "fuck." Darion whispered. "YOU HAVE PLAYED YOUR GAMES LONG ENOUGH." He roared and sent another wave of fire crashing into another regiment, sending wolves and monsters to their early graves. He turned his attention to me and pointed his soar at us. "This is what you're doing." He growled the spear pointed directly at me. "Gabriel?" Darion called uneasily. "fuck." Olivia cursed. "YOU DIE HERE AND NOW. WITHOUT A LEADER THE REST OF YOUR PEOPLE WILL FALL EASILY." The tip of the spear glowed as the flame built up within it.

They just gave a thumbs up. “Now, how do I get my spear back?” He asked the other two. “You mean you can’t just call it back?” “What?” The first spear guy whistled and held out his hand. A few seconds later, the spear he threw earlier flew right back into his hand. He lifted his eyebrow as if saying, “like this?” The second spear guy sighed. “Ah~ damn.” “Look alive! The others are coming as well!” A knight shouted. As he said, the other monsters and snakes were making their move as well. They were spreading out to the other cities it seems. There was also still one corps of the enemy charging down at the capital as well.