Dark Spear Noblesse Novels & Stories

Even though the assailant struggled to allow their aura to shield his body, building up multiple levels of defences, it was still unable to prevent the spear from piercing through. Not to mention, their bluish aura was considerably less than the spear's dazzling yellow aura, which was also gleaming. The bluish aura had no effect on it. It was more akin to a celestial spear of unparalleled sharpness. The warhorse neighed and confidently raised his front legs in the air. The commander of the attackers, who wasn't fully dead, was carried into the air by the knight while he clutched the spear in the other hand, as if to show off his haughtiness.

"She broke him. She’s going to use the tribunal tomorrow to strip us of our titles. She wants my crown." A low cough sounded from the darkest corner of the velvet room. A heavily cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows near the balcony. He wore dense leather armor devoid of any pack crests, and a long, jagged scar ran from his temple down to his throat. His eyes were cold and calculating—the unmistakable mark of an elite rogue who survived on blood money. This was Jarek, the leader of the Obsidian Daggers, a lawless mercenary group that operated in the lawless neutral territories.

“I feel it.” Lord Valen smiled. “Now.” The courtyard exploded with light. A massive black object erupted from beneath the stone. It was unlike any weapon I had ever seen. It looked like a long spear constructed from dark metal and ancient crystal, covered with symbols that seemed to move whenever the light touched them. The weapon struck the ground between Nikolai and me. The force that followed was enormous. I was thrown backward. “Nikolai!” He disappeared behind a wall of energy. I tried to reach him.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

To save her family’s legacy from complete ruin, Vespera von Falkenrath agrees to a high-stakes contract marriage with Munich’s most reclusive and feared shipping magnate, Kasimir Adler. Known only as "The Iron Chancellor" in elite circles, Kasimir is cold, ruthless, and guarded by shadows of a dark past. What Vespera expects to be a transactional arrangement quickly turns into a deadly game of cat and mouse when a series of calculated sabotage attempts threatens both of their empires. Forced to rely on each other, a dark passion ignites between them. But as secrets unravel, Vespera learns the terrifying truth: the threat isn't coming from their visible enemies in the boardroom. Someone in t

Please let me know what you think and happy reading. "You have a very bright future ahead of you. You're destined for greatness and wealth. Soon you'll meet someone who will change your life and be of guidance towards your betterment. You will have friends in very high places. I see nobles and gentry waiting in line, begging to enter your place. You will have everything once you never dare to dream of, and much more. You will be walking on gold. You can buy anything you want except one thing. Respectability. No matter how much money you'll have, you can never buy it. You belong to the darker side." "That lass, she shall be setting her cap on you, and you won't be able to resist her charms, b

Aldric crashed to the ground and didn’t get up. That was my chance! My hands moved before I thought. I snatched the dagger, ‘The Spear of Death’ from the floor. And as Valor turned toward me, I drove the blade into his back with every ounce of strength I had left. His scream tore through the clearing like thunder splitting the sky. He staggered forward, spine arching violently as the runes on the dagger burned into his flesh, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He scrambled desperately, his hands swinging widely like she was trying to pull it out.

He carried no gun, only a long, wicked spear tipped with silver. My wolf recognized him before I did. This was no ordinary mercenary. He was a Council enforcer the kind they sent when they wanted a problem erased completely. The Duel He saw me and smiled. “The Moon Matron’s bastard,” he said, his voice calm in the chaos. “Your head will buy me a kingdom.” My growl rattled the rocks around us. “Come and try.” We circled, the air between us crackling. He struck first, the spear slicing through the air toward my ribs. I twisted, the silver point grazing my coat. The scent of it sharp and wrong filled my nose.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.