Dark Spear Noblesse Novels & Stories

"Reverse stupid! You who have a phobia of blood, how come I'm worried about you!" "My adrenaline was flowing seeing these bastards!" I replied making him smile then took out his arrow. Noe then shot the legs and arms of the nobles. "My goodness! Want women, property, I will give it to me. Don't kill me!" shouted the noble who had been hit by Noe's arrow. Seeing this Tim immediately got angry and approached him. "Don't be killed!" shouted Noe when Tim wanted to slash him with a sword. "Yes, Your Majesty." The team put their sword back in and kicked the nobleman unconscious.

And this meant that their enemies were here! *Boom* Every Silver Wolf unleashed their power at this point. The strength of the 6 filled the skies of Zandor and forced the sun to hide its face. A deafening roar was heard as the strength of several Nobles caused the earth to tremble. Frederick - Peak 5th Stage Noble! Selina - Peak 7th Stage Noble! Abe - Early 8th Stage Noble! Jake - Late 8th Stage Noble! John - Peak 8th Stage Noble!

He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

“We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.” The door creaked open behind us. Footsteps—measured, heavy. I turned, knife still in hand. Caspian Blackwood strode in, flanked by two of his men, suits sharp, eyes dead. He looked at Brandon like he was trash on the sidewalk. “Gentlemen,” Caspian said smoothly. “I’ll take it from here.” Dre glanced at me. “This your mess now?” Caspian’s eyes flicked to the blood pooling on the floor. “It always was. Appreciate the delivery.”

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

For the first time since entering the temple, I felt hope. We stood together. Not because prophecy demanded it. But because we had become a family. Noctis watched us in silence. "You remind me of us." His gaze shifted toward Aurel. "Long ago." Aurel slowly drew a magnificent spear forged from crystal and moonlight. "The Spear of Dawn." Noctis summoned a blade of pure darkness. "The Blade of Oblivion." The air itself split as the two ancient weapons collided. Their impact unleashed a shockwave that shattered every remaining window in the temple.

If anything, grief had made him colder. Cassius’ eyes moved across the gathered werewolves once before he finally spoke. “Tonight’s gathering concerns betrayal.” His voice carried evenly across the massive courtyard. Immediate tension spread through the crowd. “Vespera,” he continued calmly, “former Beta of Ravenwood Pack and descendant of the Beta bloodline, has been found guilty of conspiring alongside a rival pack against Ravenwood interests.” Shock rippled visibly through the crowd. Whispers erupted instantly. “What?” “No…” “The Beta?”

The appearance of the "Draft One Silas" was a "Narrative Abomination" that turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of shifting chronologies. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a titan of pure, unadulterated "Alpha Arrogance." He wore the original Blackwood armor, polished to a mirror sheen, and his eyes were two solid pools of stormy grey that held no "Biological Remorse." He carried the "True Silver Dagger," and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified."

The sound echoed through the crystal hallway. Every step perfectly synchronized. Amara’s heartbeat quickened. The figures emerged from the silver mist. One. Then five. Then twenty. By the time they fully stepped into the light… More than a hundred warriors stood before them. None of them breathed. None of them blinked. They wore ancient silver armor engraved with the crest of the First Dawn Kingdom. Each carried a crystal spear. Their faces were pale as marble. Their eyes glowed with soft blue light. “They’re…” Kael whispered.

"HA HA HA HA! IT'S SO TOO LATE YOU'RE TOO LATE!!!” Something weird happened… The same sentence sounded as if it had been said by about fifty people at the same time. Not long after that sentence was spoken, one after another appeared swordsmen from an unknown direction. They were suddenly seen in the battlefield. Only those with great lightening skills can appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. "Who are they? Why aren't all of them even dressed?!” shouted several members of the Sanzu alliance. "HA HA HA HA! TODAY WILL BE THE LAST DAY YOU LIFE!”