Spirit Spear Basquias Novels & Stories

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.

Although she was hindering his ability to sense mana and astra, Leviticus could still perceive what she was trying to do. “[Creation Magic: Titan Spear] [Super Piercing] [Acceleration] [Tornado] Hah!” A giant spear was created out of thin and imbued with multiple buffs. Leviticus threw the spear down at the Kraken. The spear spun from the wind spell and travelled with great speed. The Kraken unleashed its attack as a geyser blasting from its mouth. The geyser was pierced by the spear as it kept going until it impaled the Kraken. The Kraken screamed in pain.

But new spiders were already running along the bridge, quickly sorting through their shaggy paws. Aznar, listening out of the corner of his ear to the words of his people, bent down with lightning speed, passing over his head a blow of a shaggy paw topped with a massive claw. The red scythe hit him on the back, and his legs had already thrown the light body forward, under the unprotected belly of the spider: the shell here was very thin, soft and covered with a rare fluff. The spear pierced the carcass through and through, and an inhuman whistling scream hit the ears. Aznar leaned on the enemy with his whole body, and, growling from tension, threw the spider, thrashing in agony, off the brid

The leader thrust his spear towards the unarmed Quickstep. "Can we just talk, friends?! This is a misunderstanding! Make love! Not hate!" Quickstep shouted to convince the humans before him. He did not lose hope. But his cries fell to deaf ears as the one which greeted him in response was the sharp point of the spear. Quickstep held his right arm around his chest and his shield materialized to block the incoming spear point. Spear vs Shield. It was a stalemate. The shockwaves of the clash between weapons uprooted the large kauri tree below them. It turned into an ice statue first before it broke into pieces.

I forcefully pull him over to the side of the wall, the spears can only move according to what its owner saw before. The spear from MANA has a fast attack speed, but is poor in enemy recognition and speed for the owner when used.

The summit hall stood suspended in stunned silence. The black spear gleamed beneath the fractured moonlight spilling through the shattered windows, its silver veins pulsing like a heartbeat. Aurelia couldn’t tear her eyes from it. Pain lanced through her body just from looking at it. Ancient instinct screamed through her blood. Run. Lucian’s grip on her arm tightened as he steadied her. His crimson gaze remained fixed on the spear, every line of his body coiled with lethal tension.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

In front of him, spread across the valley like a carpet of blood, were seven thousand angry red sparks. "They are at the treeline," Selene whispered at his side. She was his eyes now, her hand resting firmly on his shoulder to guide him. "Silas is in the center. He’s wearing armor made of black dragon-scale. Elias... he’s holding the spear. It’s glowing with a light that makes my skin crawl." "I feel it," Elias said. His voice was calm, but his heart was racing. The "God-Killer" spear wasn't just a weapon; it was a hole in the world. It felt like a cold vacuum, trying to suck the life out of the trees and the earth.