Spear Hero Novels & Stories

He chooses a heavy shield while his opponent chooses the lighter one. The champion had thrown his long spear aiming at Naramthor. Naramthor deflected the spear with his shield. The spear broke in the collision. The inside of the shield was made out of metal; the outside was covered with hide. The champion moved forward Naramthor lunged with his short spear.

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.

I said. “Hahaha! You’re just a girl and you are nothing!” swinging my blazing scythe to his thigh, I managed to slice him and he groaned louder. “I will kill you!!!” he screamed and threw the spear towards me. A grin plastered on my lips because this is my chance to get the black spear. King Warrick is stupid. He didn’t know that the black spear was his weakness. It’s the only weapon that killed King Helios before. He thought only the light magic can make him weak, but no… without the spear, I couldn’t kill him.

He was covered with the power of laws, and the aura of the furnace of forbidden spells was faintly discernible. His posture looked bizarre when he wielded the spear to attack with wide-open and straightforward moves. It was because he did not know the art of spears and simply used it as a stick. However, he was terrifying, coupled with Instant Teleportation. Bam! Bam! Alex consecutively killed two Peak Lords of the Sun Shrine with the large golden spear. His black hair fluttered, and his clothes flapped with a dazzling aura as if he were a killer god coming out of ancient times.

"The spear. They showed me what it costs." Julia held his gaze. "Tell me," she said. Thomas looked at the girl. Then at Julia. "The spear was made from the Moon Goddess's own power," he said. "Selene told them — somehow, through the bond, through whatever channel exists between the bloodline and the origin source — the spear can only be held by someone who carries the full origin frequency. Anyone else—" He stopped. "It would consume them," Julia said. "Yes." "And someone who carries the full origin frequency."

Her laughter and spittle flew, "Adelaide, keep it up!" The silver tip of my spear glittered in the sun. When the first blood spattered my wrist guard, I heard Angela's hammer smash an enemy helmet, Avery's sword slice a throat, Halbert's wolf claws carve a bloody path. We stood back-to-back, an anvil smashed into the enemy ranks, crushing their plans to pick us off one by one. After countless foes fell, my spear shaft was blood-soaked. As I severed the last enemy's tendons, his howl carried the distant sound of retreat.