Chaotic Spear Novels & Stories

"You should die a thousand deaths for poisoning the minds of goblins and convincing them to act against me. For daring to conspire against me. For touching Scar! What could you possibly say to convince me that you're worth sparing?" "I-I have information," Chants said desperately. "Information about the rebellion. About their plans." Damon knew how angry the goblins who'd fallen in with the rebellion were at how he ruled over his kingdom, His wolf stirred restlessly within him, wanting nothing more than to tear apart this traitorous creature and make Chant pay for what she and her schemes had done to Scar and himself. But somehow he held it in check just long enough to hear what else she had

Arrows, spears, and sharp wooden knives, all required a blade to shape them. She was fresh out. Albian’s wails were almost masked by the sinister laugh of the one called, Vhalos. His voice made her skin crawl and hurried her along. With no better option, she decided to hunt him instead. Evrah crept through the dense vegetation making her way back toward them. It wasn’t long before she spotted a line of soldiers blocking her view. They were death among life.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

Without hesitation, I thrust toward one of its limbs, channeling every ounce of strength into the strike. A golden glow erupted along the surface of the spear as it pierced deep into the creature’s flesh. Black blood spilled from the wound. The creature roared furiously before retaliating with another savage swipe of its claws. Using the spear in my hand, I countered immediately. Executing a special spear technique, I spun the spear rapidly. The single spear divided into twelve shimmering copies. Then… Twenty-four. Thirty-six. The countless spears revolved around the creature, forming a unique array that imprisoned it within.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

Its claws raked through the air, and the ground seemed to shake beneath its movements. Cayla gripped a spear tightly as she charged toward the creature’s flank. She ducked beneath a massive swipe of its arm, narrowly avoiding being crushed. With a strong thrust, she drove the spear into the side of its leg. The spearhead glanced off the stone-like hide, but it did not falter. Her eyes widened, but she did not hesitate. She pulled the spear back, poured more magic into it, and tried again. This time, the spear pierced deeper, sinking into the creature's flesh with a sickening crunch. The beast howled, its leg giving way slightly. That brief moment of weakness gave the warriors an opening.

He stood his ground, his yellow eyes fixed on the red sky, a silent defiance in his massive chest. Then, it happened. A spear, larger and brighter than the rest—a **"Primary Conflict Bolt"**—streaked down from the Golden Eye in the sky. It didn't aim for his heart. It aimed for his *will*. The spear buried itself deep into Fenris’s shoulder.

Chase replies. "Do it fast Chase.We can't hold him longer." Chase closes his eyes and mumble some chants whereas I try to use my physical strength to hold his chair on place.My skin burns in the process by the flames erupting from his hairs. "Spear...a spear made up of old oak wood and qoated with the blood of a pure soul."Chase shoutes looking at me.He got the answer from the warlock but how do we get a spear of oak wood and blood of a pure soul when death is dancing upon our heads.

Although she was hindering his ability to sense mana and astra, Leviticus could still perceive what she was trying to do. “[Creation Magic: Titan Spear] [Super Piercing] [Acceleration] [Tornado] Hah!” A giant spear was created out of thin and imbued with multiple buffs. Leviticus threw the spear down at the Kraken. The spear spun from the wind spell and travelled with great speed. The Kraken unleashed its attack as a geyser blasting from its mouth. The geyser was pierced by the spear as it kept going until it impaled the Kraken. The Kraken screamed in pain.

Clarkin maintained a calm expression on his face despite taking a powerful punch. By contrast, the elders around him nearly fell over due to the airwave. Clarkin trembled as he raised his hand and summoning a nine-foot-long purple-gold spear. Ablaze with white flames and flickers of thunder, its aura was strong enough to make it difficult for a person to breathe. The space around it warped and disintegrated due to the intense fluctuations—a clear sign that it was a superior-quality spiritual treasure.