Black Knights Coursing Novels & Stories

“Where the hell do you think you’re going to go?” Anywhere. The knights were clustering around Gray, and he shoved through them to walk after me. Letting me run. I knew why. Gray’s favorite method of hunting was to let an animal run. Keep it in range, but let it run until it exhausts itself then take it on at close range. He’d found attacking the beasts with a dagger after running them down far more sporting that piercing them with an arrow. And that was clearly what he was doing to me now.

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

only for 18 + if you are not ok with this kind of scene than chapter is over for you here) she doesn't have to say it again because soon I removed her cloths and that leaves her in only her bra and sexy panty which were black and Lacy... Her skin was pure white milky and the black pieces were making it look like the best...she is a seductress but she is mine... And I kissed her again this time with best passion I have in me, this kiss was bruising and rough after that I went to her jaw and then to her neck and placed butterfly kisses, the pleasure I was feeling was indescribable.

she was too excited to learn everything in a single day. Her learning spirits were reaching the sky. That was a great thing. “There is hierarchy even in pack knights. There are five tiers of knights. The onyx knights or the black knights. They are rookies who are like students; they train hard and learn the war crafts, but are not assigned any important missions. Then comes the topaz knights. When the onyx knights graduate, they reach the topaz knight level. They get less risky work, like escorting the nobles, joining hunts, etc. Then comes the emerald knights who have gained over five years of knighthood experience. They join important missions like wars, escorting the royal family, etc…”

He twirled it around in his hands and it looked as though a storm of memories were flashing before him. ”There was a fight. The vampires attacked a little village just south of the Knights pack border. The pack who lived there weren't prepared. They preferred to live in peace and harmony and rarely-if ever- got involved in conflict with other packs. One night, during winter, the vampires attacked and many died before your father made it there with his warriors. They were called the Holistic Pack, they treasured what your kind had done for centuries and they didn't want to change. They were secluded from civilization and lived calm and collected lives, hunting for meat and growing vegetables

Forcing him to look into my eyes I softly said, " Do you know these knights ?" Perriere roamed his eyes around the prison, the sight of unconscious knights made him shiver in coldness. I know how scared of death Duke Perriere is. Just like Noah! " A...W-Who are they...?" Glaring at him I replied," They're royal knights of the Bliaviroth empire. Warriors of noble Shadowed pack who Noah sent as test subjects to vampires." " W-What do you mean...?" His face turned white as I increased my strength on his jaws. Perriere held my hand, trying to release my fingers off his face.

That made the majestic King fall helplessly on the floor with a shatter. "The God is checkmated, Papa," he continued before, to his father's surprise, crashing the White King more using his expensive shoes. "Relax. We've trained the Amati well. He is furious. Watch how he will kill the god." He grinned. "The Black Knight will kill your enemy soon." . . . AND THE BLACK KNIGHT WAS ROARING IN FURY, INDEED. The sound of his black Ducati burning the street was just as deadly as how the man was riding it—cutting through the dark and passing through the night like the silent murderer he was made to be. The anger in his fearless eyes was screaming for blood. Rome. Wanted. Blood.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

The Standing Stones, once silent witnesses to the flow of time, became the epicenter of a cataclysm. The first wave of the Crusade did not come with a howl; it came with the thunderous vibration of thousands of paws striking the sacred earth. Alpha Thorne of the Stone-Back pack led the charge, his massive, dun-colored wolf form a battering ram of muscle and hate. He didn't care about the Inquisitors' theological debates. To him, the boy was a glitch in the system—a threat to the hierarchy of teeth and claw that had ruled the world since the fall of the first gods.