Novel & Cerita Dark Spear Noblesse

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

A blue spot light was turned on, pointing towards the stage with some mist hovering over the air. Nikita walked on stage, with her purple glittery dress, huge neon pink earrings and pastel purple heels. She approached the microphone and started talking, "Hello everyone! It's so amazing to finally see y'all here. I know I was a little bit extra with the decor but it's time to just unwind and have a good time. But before we start partying, let's give a round of applause to Ms.Erica Wayne!!"

Grand Duke hai catches the spear with one of his hands before using another hand to tear off Azanah's cloth from her neck down. A scene of milky white skin with two little hills hiding behind the white cloth that covers her precious hill showing to the world. Grand Duke Hai looked at the white skin with an interest, He really wanted to tear off all the cover that hid behind all the precious things of the petite woman in front of him. But instead of shame or humiliation, Azanah uses this chance to create a new black bone spear and launch two Spear strikes at Grand Duke Hai’s eyes. Clank! Clank!

Seated in elevated stone tiers around the perimeter were the lords and sovereign elders of the Northern Assembly, dressed in silver-trimmed robes. At the center of the arena floor stood a circular altar of solid white obsidian. High Sovereign Vespera stood over it, her white mink cloak draped over the altar's edge. In her hand was a long, curved ceremonial dagger made of pure refined silver. The ancient sheepskin charter lay flat on the white stone before her, soaked in a pool of fresh, golden blood that was boiling violently, casting long, grotesque shadows across her pale, serene face. Bound to four iron posts around the altar were four young pack elders from our valley, hostages taken dur

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

His muscles strained violently, veins bulging across his arms and neck as he locked the spear in place. "Lyra! Take the core!" Caelum shouted through gritted teeth, his breath turning to ice. Lyra didn't hesitate for a single millisecond. Her golden eyes flared with terrifying, sovereign brilliance. She focused every drop of her royal blood, every ounce of her love for Caelum, and every spark of her divine mana into one, highly concentrated spear of white-gold light. Lyra's battle cry rang out across the northern peaks as she thrust her hand forward and the solar spear went directly through the middle of the Frost Sovereign's chest. Right into the blue crystal core.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

It was warm enough in the season that the fireplace was devoid of a fire, and looked spotless and well kept. From a table in the center of the room sat a well dressed man, he had bright red hair and a face full of freckles and the air of someone who believed they were the most special thing to happen to Korone. From his time at The Academy Boro had come to be very familiar with these types of nobles. Stuck up, and self assured with zero actual reason for that attitude other then their birth status. So while he was not surprised by this young man's demeanor, he was surprised by the weapon slung across the back of his chair haphazardly. It was a long, thin blade, a rapier, with an intricate fl

As soon as he held it in his hand, a scarlet glow burst forth and lit up the entire execution yard. "Aargh!" The demoness seemed to be afraid of the scarlet light. She turned her head away quickly, as she flew backward through the air. Sebastian immediately activated his cloning technique and materialized ten clones. They all rushed toward the demoness at the same time. The Flamedrake Soul Spear he was holding hadn't been part of the demoness' plans. She had never imagined that Sebastian would have a sacred weapon with him, which was an absolute treasure. The Flamedrake Soul Spear had a flame dragon's soul sealed up inside it, and dragons represented noble energy in the universe. It was a na

But now, with the drastic drop in temperature, that mist solidified, turning into snowflakes made of blood. It was a shocking sight—an eerie phenomenon. The gathered warriors fell into silence, holding their breath. Even Brantley and Waylon, proud geniuses in their own right, watched intently. The battle was about to begin. "Horseback Blade!" Draven wasted no time and unleashed one of his ultimate techniques right away. At their level, there was no need for meaningless prewarning. "Ice Spear!" Umbra harnessed the crimson snow, forging a blood-colored spear of ice and hurling it forward.