Dark Spear Noblesse Novels & Stories

[Ambrose] The Lord of mountains sprinted toward the dark Lord with a earth rumbling growl. Not even waiting for Sephora to give the order to attack, before Ambrose was summoning spears of diamond and obsidian to his hands and hurling them with all his immortal strength.

She stopped just two paces from the kneeling, trembling commander, her silver-detailed dagger already resting in her hand, the blade glowing with a sudden, brilliant flash of starlight. "Your shadow armada belongs to the Royal Fleet, Lord Cassius," Natalia whispered, her royal voice carrying an absolute clarity that made the frozen basin vibrate. She raised the blade, the starlight cutting through the freezing mist of the command deck. "And your ledger is officially balanced." With a single, precise thrust, Natalia drove the dagger directly through the center of his crimson velvet coat, burying the blade to the hilt. A violent surge of silver energy erupted from her palm, traveling through h

Sighting me made them jump to their feet and toss their game to the floor and a tinge of annoyance climbed up my chest. “Your highness” the three of them muttered haphazardly and followed with a bow. How would we expect them to know what happened to the guard in the clinic when they were busy gambling a game of cards instead of watching whom they were sent here to watch? I did not have time to address their incompetence. I needed to see her as quickly as possible, so I went straight for the stairs. Farlick tower was designed to hold the most notorious, dangerous and deadliest criminals of Aspena. Its walls were built with the hardest stones and concrete and then fortified with spells. Such t

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Damien drew his sword with a flourish, the steel ringing like a scream. “These men thought they could conspire against their duke. They thought they could spit on my name. Today, I remind you all what it means to betray me.” The nobles shifted uneasily. Some averted their eyes. Others whispered. The room was so restless and heated..

She was trying to get them out of the way, to separate them from me so her warriors could grab me. "NO!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in the chaos. Damon shifted mid-leap to meet Morganna's charge. They collided in midair with a sound like thunder. Dominic and Darius shifted immediately after, moving to flank Morganna. But her warriors were already attacking. There were ten of them, and they moved with terrifying precision. These weren't ordinary soldiers. They were assassination specialists, trained to kill Alphas specifically. One went straight for Dominic, producing a silver blade from nowhere and slashing at his exposed flank. Dominic yelped in pain, silver burns spreading from the

Many people believed it was a myth but she. She is definitely not an ordinary person. She's trained, calculative, and hot as hell. The Dagger of Dawn is an ancient family artifact that holds the power of the sun and wind at the same time. It was wielded by a powerful vampire, Kronus, my grandfather. That's right, Knox's dad. It is meant to be passed down after two generations and only royal full-blooded vampires could wield it. With the sword, their powers are ten times more than normal. In other words, my dad, Knox is waiting for Emrys, my younger brother to grow up before passing it down. If he learns it's been stolen...

The nobles were seated in curved rows along the walls, like an ocean of judgmental faces. Alessia recognized some by description. Men in rich crimson, their cloaks lined in fur and iron stitching—Ignis nobles. They held themselves like sparks waiting to ignite. Women in pale blues and whites—Aqua scholars, their eyes sharp and calculating. Terra warriors wearing heavy earth-toned armor. Eurus diplomats in flowing silver. Lux priests with golden patterns painted across their foreheads. And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful.

Everyone who mattered was in the war. Destiny made a point to be dressed to impress—not out of vanity, but to remind everyone watching that she was still sovereign, still standing, still golden. She was the First Spear, born of sacrifice and fire, and tonight, she shone like a sun that refused to set. Her gown, woven from pure gold, hugged her figure like liquid light. The fabric danced with the flames of countless battles she’d survived. Her crown was not perched but intertwined with the thick waves of her dark black hair, blending regal poise with divine authority. Her sun-kissed skin glowed, as though the heavens themselves still clung to her presence.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.