Ark Knight Novels & Stories

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

I admitted. “Who exactly are you?” I asked, studying him carefully. This was only the second time I had met him, yet there was something unique about him. A special aura I could not quite describe. Something noble. Ancient. Mysterious. “Like I said before, I’m Karl,” he answered. “And I am the Head of the Moon Guardian Knights.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a gentlemanly bow. “Okay.” “So you’re a knight belonging to some secret organization.”

He's strong, but not strong enough to win and Kade relishes in showing him exactly why he'll never get to touch Flame. The guy finally goes limp beneath me, but he's still alive and Kade leans in to make the kill, when another shot rings out and I feel the dart sink into my shoulder. The burning starts immediately, indicating it's wolfsbane and Kade needs to hurry if he want to finish this guy off, he bites down as hard as he can, using the guy's neck to get through the pain in our body, until he's forced to retreat. Another rogue, probably the one who shot me, leaps at me in wolf form and I've just enough time to grab the dart from my back before he lands on top of me, his claws tearing thr

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

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.