Twin Spear Novels & Stories

I chuckle at the question that was all the similar to Ellies when she first arrived here. "Not usually," I respond. With no further comments from Soren, I watch closely as he pulls a large spear from his bag. The spear is made entirely of dark grey metal, except for the grip that's wrapped in dark blue stained leather with two silver beaded strips hanging from it. On the right side of the spear, below the point, what looks like an ax head stretches out of the metal in the shape of a wing. On the left side is a much smaller blade, curving down.

As soon as Claude laid his eyes on the spear, he recognized its model. It was a Gladiator Spear, also known as a type of javelin or short spear. Something from the Old World, before Systems and the Tangent's. When man was more often pitted against man than Monster. The spear was jet black and shorter than the stadard spears you see today but the blade was longer-- and thicker. The spear was practical, deadly, and Claude knew it.

Their weapon systems’ energy signatures swelled as vast amounts of electromagnetic energy shot through the coils that wrapped around the barrels. Then, each of them drove gargantuan tungsten spears laced with an iron-nitrogen compound with such tremendous energy that they crossed the distance in the blink of an eye. Each of the nine spears punched into the de Jardin devastators with profound ease. The spear tips easily dug deep into the structure and further into the decks beneath. They crushed everything they came into contact with, from machinery to decking to people. They were so large and so destructive that dozens of crew were eliminated in an instant.

The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion. "Let them come. I will run my spear through their hearts and pin them to the earth like the worthless carrion they are, if finding our map piece's hangs at stake," Beatrice, as the Spearman, says as she checks our supply pack and grips her spear tightly hidden in its compact metal case. When deployed, the spear extends into its full deadly length, and to a deadly polearm, able to skewer foes from beyond their reach. Its sharp tip promises a gruesome end for anyone standing between us and our goal.

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.”

Gordon aiming a gun at us with a smug look on his face. “Nothing would stop project Jericho from succeeding!” he yelled as Kelvin fell flat on the floor and lay in his pool of blood. In the heat of anger, I picked up the glowing sword Kelvin was holding and lunged at Mr. Gordon with it. My eyes widened as Tiffany jumped out of nowhere and got in the way before I could get to Mr. Gordon with the sword. Tiffany gasped for air and dropped to her knees as blood gushed out of her stomach. My eyes widened as I dropped to my knees and held her with my left hand, and looked at my fingers, which were firmly wrapped around one end of the blade that just went through her stomach.

The sidelines are where I belong, cheering Scarlett. Despite being the oldest twin, Scarlett has always been the strongest. This was her plan. “I'm scared.” My lips barely move, my tears growing. “We can't turn back now. Suck it up,” is the reply I get before the aisle finally ends and my mother drops me off at the altar. Stefan stands beside me, tall, dark and handsome. In an elegant suit that enhances the dark pits of his green eyes and matches his black hair. He looks like a completely different man.

Suddenly, she tripped over a stone laid carelessly on the road, fell to the ground and a sharp pain clung to her waist. Somari screamed in pain, her bag fell to the ground and its contents scattered around. The mask man had a mischievous smirk on his face as he stared at the fallen lady, he glanced at her exposed laps and lust filled his eyes, the weapon on his hand with his footsteps going closer to her.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."