Ark Knight Novels & Stories

Archmaster announced. A man wearing his big smile waved his hand to the crowd. He had gained a lot of supporters instantly, cheering his name. He had a blue long sleeve that was covered with a black tuxedo. There is goat mark with two twirling horns in his neck. The sign glowed as he smiled at the audience again after stepping up on the stage. His French crop hairstyle suits him. His skin color was a bit pale and his eyes become cuter when he smile “Aquarius, the water-bearer of the Zodiacs, Ms. Almirah Shine Salvatore.”

Arthur fears that someday the chieftain might handover all his wealth to his favorite knight rather than his blood. The Chieftain loves Arnold more than his sons. Arnold was an orphan whom they found barely breathing and beaten at the outskirts of Ambaram fifteen years back. His chances of survival were slim, so the late grandmother, the chieftain’s mother hurried the kid to the sacred witch of the mountain. When Arnold saw the rage on Arthur’s face, he smiled innocently. Oh, he loved it, to instigate him and get a reaction out of him. His little patience and charming façade, always run out in Arnold’s presence.

The voice of the man on the left side echoed as he tried to keep phase with the one leading them. The Black Knight turned to the man who was now beside him, wearing a similar black armor but had a kegel helmet with a dragon crest on its forehead. It was his adviser, the Marquis of Ember Frost, lord Slog Aizenberg; His eyes were inspecting, gazing from the Black Knight's raised hand and the cracked armor on the side of his ribs that kept glowing a dark purple shine. “Wouldn’t it be wise if you’d take a rest first my lord? You’ve barely managed to survive that last blast,” lord Aizenberg stated, trying to remain a few inches behind their leader.

He flashed me a lopsided grin, making me blush slightly. "Err...I'm actually looking for Adrian King. I'm the new intern". I replied nervously. "A pretty one. That's his office". He pointed to a door at the far corner of the room. "Thanks". I turned to walk away. "I didn't get your name". He said, making a turn back, I replied; "Kris," "Ohh...nice name for a hot lady". He smirked. "I'm Dean" "Thanks again Dean". With that, I made my way towards the door.There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

After some time, I was satisfied with what I had summarized; “Caleb Sweeting, top warrior to the Golden Moon Pack, mate Keira, pup Walter, and unborn pup; banished without trial from the Pack year 2000. Caleb served the Golden Moon Pack protecting our borders for 15 years as a top warrior.” I felt confident the summary recognized his contributions and perhaps the injustice at being banished without trial. I hoped it would bring him some peace in death but recognized that was doubtful. I wasn’t sorry I had killed him, I had to in order to save myself, but I do wish things had turned out differently for him. I wish he had got another chance at a new start with a new Pack. But all my wishi

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”