Spear Hero Novels & Stories

“I’ll ignore that insult to the ladies for you show some promise with the spear. Now let me, show you how one can truly fight with such an elegant weapon.” Kent picked up a rusty spear from the local armory tent as he said to Nerro A spear is a weapon that has a far reach, for a knight such as I one lesson was taught to us the minute we took our first grip upon our partner. Each weapon be it living or dead is an extension of ourselves despite the spear’s reach and power to break through any defense. Any opponent can exploit it if one is never aware of his field one must always be prepared for the worst, that is the discipline of the spear.

I saw the spearman from the corner of my eye, a House Zeus warrior circling to my flank, his eyes fixed not on me, but on the space behind me. On Saea. He was going for the easy kill, the witness. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. I abandoned my current opponent, a reckless, stupid move that left me open, and threw myself towards the spearman. Time seemed to slow, the world narrowing to the sharp, gleaming point of his weapon and the terrified, wide-eyed face of the woman I was trying to protect. The spear thrust out, a silver streak aimed at Saea's heart.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

asked Blakeney seriously. She quickly met his eyes. “Sir?” “You are a descendant of Athena and as such, I’d like you to train in the art of the spear.” Blakeney paused to pick up a gleaming spear which had a razor-sharp head and was approximately six foot in length. “This specific weapon has three uses: one, it can be thrown; two, it can be used to thrust; three, it can be swung in attack of any enemy within its reach. The spear is a multipurpose weapon and will take much dedication to master, but I have full faith in you.”

The spear was then about hitting Alana who was standing in front of me and I grabbed the blade before it could reach her. I groaned in pain as the balde sizzled against my skin. It was made from silver. I pushed the blade backwards and the pain that I was feeling on my skin from the silver increased. I then used my elbow to break spear before grabbing it and shoving it into the head of the dead warrior. Jumping into the air, I kicked the head of the dead warrior off the shoulder. The dead warrior then fell to the ground.

his voice calm and warm: "I will stay behind you." "So you are Amelia! We have been waiting for you for ages, and you finally showed up!" A furious shout exploded from the crowd. He held a spear over twelve feet long, its shaft made from millennium-old ironwood, heavy beyond measure. Before his words even faded, he launched the first attack. The long spear tore through the air with a shrill howl, stabbing straight toward Amelia's heart! The spear thrust was ferocious and relentless, clearly meant to kill with a single strike.

Well, it was because the spear he deemed as unbendable had been bent! The tip of the spearhead which Frederick was so proud of was not straight and sharpened like he had hammered it to be. The pointed tip he had moulded wasn't pointed anymore, neither were those straight edges straight. For the tip had been forcefully bent, pushing it off its linear course, and the edges of the spearhead now looked serrated! The spear had been the one that struck the True Goddess, yet it was the spear that paid the price. The unbendable weapon had been bent!

The crowd echoed behind him as he raised his mace and nodded his huge head. Then my gaze shifted to the other warrior and stayed. Long black hair that grazed his burly shoulders. The body perfected under strenuous training. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and I couldn't clearly see his face from the side. Unlike the Boulder, this man was not built like a mountain but had an athletic build. He held a spear in his right hand like Aquaman. He jumped forward, straightening his spear, exposing his back to me. Blood trickled down from the wounds.

His breath was laboured as he stubbornly pressed on. I noticed that we were fighting closer to where Sage stood and apprehensively watched us. I knew what he wanted to do. He lunged into the air high up and hefted his mighty spear in his hand before hurling it at me with such impossible strength. The spear soared down, it's whole length cackling and sparkling with pure lightning. He was twisted in the air and began to land where Sage was standing. I jumped to my right as the spear caused a small seismic explosion the moment it hit the ground.