Novel & Cerita Dark Spear Noblesse

He left out a pained gasp as he grasped the wooden handle of the spear and desperately tried to pull it out. There was a gaping hole in his abdomen and he dropped the spear. Hand covering his wounds on his neck and abdomen, Beelzebub flew away. Callie had never seen him look so frightened before. Nicholas walked over to where the spear fell and picked it up. The blade was covered in black blood. Callie stared at him in disbelief. "How did you do that? No ordinary weapon can hurt a Demon Lord." "This isn’t ordinary," Nicholas replied and he took off his hoodie and wiped the blood off the blade with it. "It’s the Holy Lance."

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

His jaw tightened as he noticed it too. He called out. “Jasper. Get in here.” Jasper entered quickly, still stiff from earlier. “Do you know that kind of dagger?” Nick asked, pointing at the frozen frame. Jasper stepped closer, his brows furrowing. “Yes… I’ve seen it before. It’s a wolf’s weapon. That one specifically—it kills permanently. There’s no coming back.” His voice dropped, heavy with the weight of his words. Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Why does she have it?”

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

As he took her in from head to toe then back again, Damien took a deep breath and smiled at her with glassy eyes. Even though the room was packed with guests and family, Gretchen saw no one else as she breathlessly inched towards him. With his dark wavy hair slicked back off his clean shaven face, the brown in his eyes reminded Gretchen of sipping hot cocoa on the hearth of her parents fireplace back home on a rainy autumn day. He wore a silken brown tunic with gold tiny gold buttons down the center and a deep blue silken jacket with brown and gold filigree pattern on the shoulders. His ceremonial steel sword with golden handle hung at his side.

“I admit that you’re very strong, but your glory is destined to be wiped out after this fight with me.” Auric sneered at this moment and raised his hand where a purple chimera spear had appeared! The purple spear was full of complex runes like armor, and the head of the dark purple spear glowed brightly with the carved pattern of the purple chimera. The moment the purple spear appeared, the aura on Auric’s body increased and reached the peak allowed by this venue! His cold eyes turned to lavender as he said to Fennel sinisterly, “Today will mark your death! Your sister died in my hands and so will you! I’ll take your red dragon kingship power!”

Standing on the battlements were the Fourteen Blood-Lords. They didn't look like wolves. They looked like knights of the void, their armor made of frozen blood, their faces hidden behind masks of human bone. At their head stood a man who carried a scythe, but it wasn't made of starlight. It was made of Solidened Agony. "THE MOTHER OF THE SPARK HAS ARRIVED," the lead Blood-Lord spoke, his voice a chorus of a thousand screams. "THE TABLE IS SET. THE STAR-CHILD HAS PROMISED US THE SUN".

One was a handsome young man wielding a shimmering red sword, confronting hordes of remnant souls with a commanding presence, cutting through them with unparalleled strength. On the other side stood an exquisitely beautiful being, brandishing a snow-white sword. She unleashed countless streaks Sword light, effortlessly eliminating remnant souls. Their speed, strength, and combat skills were honed to perfection, yet they faced a formidable horde of remnant souls, all at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Consummation. Their opponents had no consciousness and charged forth relentlessly with unstoppable force. The two individuals were none other than Noel and Winnie, who had been accepted a

Fame overnight while bodies bled out in the streets. Shani took this moment in her life, and she dedicated herself to the spear and created the [Black Tortoise Spearmenship]. A very defensive spear style that relied on counterattacks. Most of Chadel preferred Callum's swordplay, and he taught anyone that wished to learn his style. Yet after being intoxicated and forced to make love with a noble daughter. He had no choice but to marry her. A noble trap and the start of the Royal family.

Spike was hunched over a laptop, his concentration broken by Mikhail's sudden arrival. Mikhail pulled a small, gleaming necklace from his pocket and held it out to Spike. "Bring out the one we found on the day of the exchange," he ordered. Spike’s eyes flickered with understanding as he nodded and reached into a drawer, retrieving an identical necklace. The two men stared at the matching pendants, the same words etched into the silver surface: *Nosce Hostem*—*Know Your Enemy*. "It’s the same," Mikhail said grimly, his voice laced with the weight of their discovery. "Whoever sent the Rogues isn’t just a Mafia boss. He’s a Mafia and a Werewolf, just like us."