Unrivaled Spear Knight Wiki Novels & Stories

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

00) POWER LEVEL: Normal: 490,990; Under Effects of Son of Lightning: 1,995,990 WIELDER TYPE: Multi Wielder (Body Wielder; Energy Wielder; Spiritualist) SPECIALTY: Strength; Intelligence; Speed GLOWS: Takeover; Aftershock; Endless Wave; Basileus; Son of Lightning; Absolute Darkness; Brimstone; *Gungnir (the spear that never misses) BREATH: Self-time Acceleration; True Flames; The Dark Times Gungnir – the spear that never misses. That was the description the spirit scan gave, and Mane had absolute confidence that it wasn’t false. So he locked onto Dominic, the man whom he held by the neck, and activated Gungnir with lightning as its skin.

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having

He didn’t pause. The third rider raised his blade. Kael ducked it, sliced through the man’s gut with a brutal reverse grip. The fourth fled. But the fifth, The fifth was faster. Vessa saw it. Saw the way Kael turned just a breath too slow. The glint of steel. The awful angle. The spear pierced his back. And emerged through his chest. Time staggered. Kael stared down at it. Then dropped to his knees. He collapsed across Vessa’s lap.

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.

“Swords are for lords.” The metal and smithing made swords a rich man’s weapon amongst the humans, Thaelen realized. Where Rupert had been large and slow, Micon was quick and graceful. He jabbed at Thaelen with the steel tip and Thaelen complicitly swayed out of the reach of that sharp point, before returning the move. Micon immediately flipped his spear, holding it double handed as a bow, blocking Thaelen with a clack of wood to wood, striking at Thaelen’s feet with the heel of the bow as he used the movement to step to the side.

I don't remember seeing him around much often when I was a kid, but on the times he was around, he had been my rock and had always kept me steady. While my father believed a true leader never breaks, my uncle had taught me that it was okay to care about others, even if it means they don't care for you. I believe uncle Jeremy is one of the few reasons I was able to keep my soul intact with my body. Or else, father would have sucked it out of me. The last person on the council is Sir Hunder Bowman, a great knight, otherwise known as the Night Sword. He had been one of the four horsemen of the war and his reputation earned him a great deal of respect and a seat on the council as the ultimate kn

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

“In that case, I have no choice but to fight you and win your B-grade enchanted treasure!” “Philip, I don’t care about your status as the chimera prince. I’ll kill you in this fight!” With that said, Kurt unleashed his weapon, a silver spear. Red tassels fluttered at the tip of the spear. A lifelike white tiger was carved on the body of the spear, which exuded a killing intent. Kurt held the spear with both hands and poured his energy into it. With the energy input, the white tiger on the spear seemed to come alive with a roar.

He bled from his mouth, nose, and ears. "I'll kill you, you bastard! I promise I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Abel roared hysterically. Abel stood up while trembling. His hair was a mess, and he was wounded all over. He was in terrible shape. On his face was a vicious expression. He put his hands together to create a chant attack. A brilliant white light flared from his body, and a white spear a few feet long slowly extended from the light. The long spear shone with a white light. The blade of the spear was exceptionally sharp. There were runes carved onto the spear, which displayed an immense wave of power. The handle of the spear showed vague carvings as well.