Novels by Dark_Eyes

He stretched his hands, and Finn lets go of the spear, but to their surprise, it slipped through his fingers as if it were intangible. An awkward silence hung for a few seconds. "Pftt…" Finn burst into laughter. "Sorry, my bad," he chuckled, unable to contain himself. Red with embarrassment and annoyance, he quickly urged Finn to try again, but Finn disagreed. "C'mon, let me try again," he pleaded, attempting to grasp the spear, but Finn evaded him, dodging every attempt. "Nothing's going to change, just give up," Finn insisted. "I wish I could, but I need to try," he explained, as the notification kept popping up repeatedly. Finally, he managed to grab hold of Finn and slammed him to the ground. He reached for the spear, and to their surprise, he was able to touch it this time. Upon contact, the notification finally changed. [[Throne of Destiny is Reacting to a Fragment]] [[You have Acquired a Fragment]] [[Fragments 1/13]] It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his

The air crackled with uncertainty as Jett struggled to grasp his surroundings. A familiar voice, like an echo in the abyss, called out to him, drawing him back from the brink of confusion. "Ethan... Ethan... E..." His name, whispered on the edge of perception, stirred him from his daze. Through the haze of disorientation, he managed to muster a response. "Ember? Is that you?" But the voice faded, leaving him adrift in a sea of emptiness. Questions swirled in his mind, each one more urgent than the last. "Where am I? What is this place?" Jett's voice echoed into the void, unanswered. Then, like a thunderbolt, a harsh voice pierced the silence, cutting through the darkness with its intensity. "You're not him, are you? My successor, what did you do to my successor!?" Jett's confusion deepened. "Who are you? What successor?" he demanded, his voice tinged with unease. Before he could make sense of the situation, a crimson red translucent notification materialized before him,

After conversing with Ray, he convened with the others, exchanging brief words before approaching Elora with a casual demeanor, hinting at his forthcoming claim of the reward. With that, he took his leave. Within the confines of the Emberville estate, Jett roamed the gardens in a state of deep contemplation, his mind dwelling on the events of the recent battle. His thoughts lingered on the strength displayed by his comrades, a testament to their prowess. Yet, amidst their power, Jett recognized the pressing need for his own advancement. "Strength, undeniable strength," he mused inwardly as he treaded silently towards the mansion. His steps were deliberate, avoiding any unnecessary noise until he reached the solace of his chamber. "Now, let's assess my skills and the spoils of battle," he murmured to himself, eager to delve into the rewards that awaited him. ===== Title: Undead Slayer Class: Magic Swordsman Level: 16 HP: 40 MP: 40 Strength: 46 Agility: 55 Intelligence:40 P

"Round two," Ray declared, his voice carrying across the training ground.Elora surged forward with even greater velocity than before. "Luck won't save you this time," she taunted, her strikes devoid of mercy.Finn refrained from launching any offensive maneuvers, adhering to his instructions to hold back even further. He deftly evaded each incoming blow and parried those he couldn't dodge."What's he playing at? He's not even trying to counterattack," Asher remarked, his focus fixated on Finn rather than Elora. "Was it all just luck?""No, it wasn't. You might not have noticed, but he's deliberately restraining himself," Aiden elucidated."Finn holding back against Elora? That's unheard of," Evelina chimed in, joining the conversation."Simply surviving against her for this long is an accomplishment in itself. Now, I'm itching for a spar myself," Matty added, his fists clenching in anticipation.Meanwhile, Ray observed in silence, his gaze fixed on Finn's weapon. An odd sensation was

"Haha, looks like someone needs a lesson," Elora declared, eyeing Jett, who remained expressionless. "When do we start?" she asked, reaching for one of the swords strapped to her back. "Right now. But if you're aiming to win, you better go all out," Jett replied, nodding towards the second sword she carried. Elora's irritation flared at his words, and she turned to Finn. "Blame your friend for what's about to happen to you." Finn felt a chill run down his spine and quickly pulled Jett aside. "What are you doing? Why are you trying to provoke her? And dragging me into it?" "Relax and trust yourself. Trust that weapon you obtained earlier," Jett whispered back. "Believe me." "But can I even win? Her skills are unmatched, even compared to yours," Finn pondered. "You dense fool... did you bother to read the weapon's description?" Jett sighed, disappointed. "Just read it and stop fretting." [Midas Spear EX] [One of the fourteen great weapons forged by the Gods themselves, each imbu

A group of children, all the same age, gathered at a quiet, secluded spot away from the bustling activities. "So, is everyone here?" a voice chimed in, as if conducting a roll call. Among them stood Asher, Cedric, Evelina, and Freya, who had just joined them. "Hey, guys, hope you didn't start the party without us," Evelina broke the silence with her usual flair. "This isn't a game. But I suppose manners were never taught in your household," a blonde girl retorted sharply. "What did you say? Come on, say it again, I dare you," Evelina bristled, clearly irked by the remark. "I'd rather not stoop to your level," the blonde girl replied coolly. "Elora, stop being mean," a boy who bore a striking resemblance to her interjected with a smile. "Let it go, Lina. Elora could wipe the floor with you if she felt like it," Asher attempted to diffuse the tension while subtly reminding her of who she was challenging. "Oh, right, ummm… Finn isn't here though. We couldn't find him anywhere," Ce