Novels by White Rover

BUK BUK BUK! Duke delivered a series of punches towards Mr. Jones.The training facility was once again filled with sweat and blood. The two fought with utmost seriousness, and no trace of familyhood remained.Perhaps Mr. Jones also wanted Duke to develop much faster. Or maybe it’s because Mr. Jones sees Duke as his future successor, so he is so hard on him today.Since my last fight with Mr. Jones two weeks ago, I have learned more by practicing alone. Though… I still haven’t gotten the hang of it.[Spectral Armament] applied to air particles was hard enough to do. Yet I managed to gather those imbued air particles into creating my weapon.Because I made a dagger, I suppose I can call it my [Spectral Dagger]By logic, my weapon is just made out of air particles that are stuck inside some sort of frame. So, I had to maintain the frame of my weapon, which was a dagger. The only real damage that can be dealt is when I set the particle to hit the enemy. Yet using complex com

Not yet, Ankara… Remember why you are here… Finish your mission…That’s right. I will complete the mission assigned to me.***The sound of clashing echoes through the underground room. Two figures fighting each other with utmost seriousness. From the looks of it, it was as if they had been at it for a few hours.Yes, for the past 2 weeks according to schedule, I have been training with Mr. Jones."As expected from you Mr. Jones, not a single opening."He released air bullets which grazed my body."It’s been 2 weeks; when are you gonna master it, Ankara?"The reason behind our training is the fact our opponents, Goliadth and Jack Nelson, will no doubt be hard."You still have a far way to go if you wanted to at least stand a chance." Mr. Jones scolded.I rose as I focused my Foen. Spectral Armament, the ability to make anything I touch intangible towards anything. About 4 months ago I found out that I am able to manipulate anything that my body touches. Then 2 months later I got th

“Joy Soda with three glasses,” Mikaila said as she served the beverage.“So this is your esteemed Joy Soda Ankara. It’s a shame I didn’t taste the one you made at the party.” Mr. Jones said.“Joy Soda, huh?” The green-eyed man said before pouring a glass for himself. GULPAs the liquid entered his system, he formed a smile. “This is good.” He said.“Thank you. Even though I didn’t make this batch, the server here learned it from me. So it’s a pleasure to know the drink is a delight,” I said.A few moments of silence passed by as I ate the Fried Rice.“Codename?” Mr. Jones asked towards the green-eyed man.“It’s Shielder, Mr. Hebsly.”Shielder huh? No wonder he seemed familiar; we fought before. His hair wasn’t white the first time we met, though.“Nice to meet you, Shielder. I am Varenza Shankara.” I offered a handshake.Shielder didn’t seem to form any expression and grabbed my hand. “Nice to meet you, General Ankara.”As we shook hands, the air of awkwardness spread.“By the tense

A blade was thrusting from the back of Mr. Jones’s body. It had struck somewhere around his left chest. Most probably, his opponent was targeting his heart. Suddenly, another figure appeared and grabbed the stabber’s arm. With a powerful punch aimed at the stabber’s hip, the new figure launched the stabber away from Mr. Jones.Mr. Jones didn’t seem too bothered as he carefully assessed the situation. He lifted his red right hand towards the stabber and asked, “Did Jack send you?” The stabber stayed quiet, keeping his mouth shut.“Step aside,” He said as the new figure was hushed to step away.Mr. Jones released the trigger on his imaginary gun.BANG!A red light appeared from the chest area of the stabber. Blood spilled from the stabber’s mouth. As he was coughing up blood, Mr. Jones’ chest was filled with blue light. This blue light is a part of his Forte. This Forte is known as Red Right Hand: 2nd Barrel. It works as a means to counter damage. Any damage to Mr. Jones can be transferr

The Fisherman and I follow Jack Nelson as the party ends instead of using a horse carriage or chariot like the other guests. They used a rather peculiar cart that used petrol and ran on wheels. I am familiar with that kind of cart. It's called a 'car' rather than a cart. People in Estovania used it quite a lot, yet they didn't first develop it. Most state-of-the-art stuff originated in Willhelmia or the 'Prince' region."That cart is very fast; how are we supposed to follow it?" I said."WOA-!" Fish shouted a little before I instinctively shut his mouth with my hands. "Shut the hell up, dumbass. We'll get caught!" I whispered as I slightly tightened my grip on his mouth. He reacted by nodding up and down. Only then did I release his mouth from my grasp."But why are you here, Vice-Boss Duke Hebsly?" He blatantly said."Don't say my name so casually. Dammit! And What else do you think I am here for? I am here to help you spy on Jack Nelson!" I replied."But the boss didn't say a thing a

“Excuse me sirs and madam. I am here to serve wine.” A male servant went inside the table where the conspirators of Seraphinania is sitting. He placed the glass one by one, as another servant poured it down.“A perfect time for a drink isn’t it?” Oswald Leysom said enticing everyone to touch their respective glasses.“There might be some rough sides to this plan of ours. Yet, with all the people here, I am pretty sure we can pull it through quite nicely.” Ms. Eye said with confidence before glancing at Mr. Jones. “By the by, is Jones here the one who used to sell opium to the Molosno family?”Mr. Jones looks around as the attention turns towards him. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Yet ever since one year ago, the distributor position for my opium is vacant.”“I see.” Ms. Eye drinks her wine before speaking again, “Then you indeed are Thomas Hebsly.”“Wonderful guess, Madam. How could you ever guess who he was?” Oswald said, making everyone else except Mr. Jones giggle. “I see. Then