4 Knights Apocalypse Novels & Stories

She saw nothing. “Where are we?” She watched his face turn ashen, “This is the Knightmyre's dwelling. We must go now. The Knightmyre's will be out as soon as the void of darkness shrouds the landscape.” “What are Knightmyres? I’ve never heard of such things.” “It is Vhalos' doing.” “Who is Vhalos?”

"Good day, King Alpha." I saw Knight on my peripheral not bowing so I tug the end of his shirt and pointed the floor, asking him to bow down. he just said "Ow. Right right " Then bows his head too. "Good day, Father." We lifted our head and stand straight. Alpha Kade looked at us then exchanged stares with Knight. "I have no ounce of knowledge of why you two are sitting on the floor while the sofas are literally around but the thing I came here r for is..." He look at knight. "Knight..I heard about how you handled the last meeting."

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

Sera took it carefully, unfolding it beneath the weak glow of the nearest lantern The handwriting was hurried, desperate, and pressed hard enough into the paper that it had nearly torn through in places. She read the words twice before their full weight settled in. To the Apocalypse Queen—we need your help, or we die tomorrow. She stared at the note for a long moment—the title she'd never asked for and hadn't wanted—staring back at her in someone else's desperate handwriting. Marcus watched her carefully. "What do you want to do?” Sera folded the note back along its original creases, her mind already racing through logistics risk assessment of everything. Pixy could help her calculate about

And with that, everyone aside from the Zorondans who entered the heritage zone were dead! Over five hundred youths, dozens of fief elders, three patriarchs from each faction, two fief lords, and the chief of the Alliance… None of them got away, all of them becoming fertilizer for the Coffin of the Gods! From lords, heirs, and Scion-ranked patriarchs to Caleb, they were weeds to be rooted out! And high up in the air, he was once again slowly raising his greatsword. "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!"

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

Morgan, along with Lamia and her four Knights share a major role in how that future would turn out and I hoped with her being mated to Mathias, we would be on the winning side again. Each Knight of the chosen one was to be given a gift - Strength, light, speed, and immunity. Each gift complimenting the other three. The four Knights: King Kellen, his Beta Mike Pike, Hunji, and lastly the Hunter Rhett. - The King, the commander, the savior, and the councilor. Each one is a protector of the chosen and what she will carry when the time comes. Each one fated to a mate that will strengthen them.