Black Knights Coursing Novels & Stories

"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

The black knights were skilled assassins, killing for them wasn't just a specialty, it was a way of life and unluckily for them, I came prepared. The hum of an engine filled the air as a black van came rolling in, the rear lights shone brightly nearly burning my fucking retinas. The van stopped right in front of me making cold wind hit my skin. I clenched my jaw as I could already tell who would attempt something so stupid— Nickolai.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

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.

They tried to attack Issei party but they all instantly killed by Issei and only let the fake Knight lives, because he doubts the thugs with him know something important. When they're interrogating the fake Knight he suddenly gargled and died just like the Outlaw from the cave... It seems he died by poison. There's suddenly a man clad in full armor just like Shiro but this man armor is black colored. Oddly enough Issei doesn't feel any ill intent from this one. The Black Knight introduced himself as Kuro Kishi(Black Knight). (AN: I'll be calling him Kuro) Kuro informed them the objective is indeed to start a war. Then he told them there's a hidden bomb near the bridge and said

They both charged forward towards him at the same time and the next second, they could not find him there again. Lucas whistled behind them and before they would look back, he hit both their bodies together and they fell. They both stood up immediately and the first guy decided to attack Lucas. If they didn’t carry out the order their master sent them, they would both be dead anyway. Gripping the knife hard, he made to stab Lucas but just in time, Lucas caught hold of his wrist and twisted it backwards at a right angle and then the wrist and arm were snapped into two. The man’s face contorted in pain and he dropped to his knees, screaming and holding his broken arm.

My heart beat in excitement as I made my way to the VIP section. The guards let me in after seeing my lanyard and my camera. I put the cups on the table and put my camera on the seats a few rows behind him. When I approached him, my chest was boiling in anger. I need to teach him a lesson. When I approached him, he didn't even look at me. He and his minion's eyes were locked onto the White Claws team. I threw both coke-filled cups straight at his face without any warning. "Fuck you, asshole."

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

It snarled and turned quickly, half jumping as it did so and knocked Sigwulf to the ground. One of the riderless horses, blood splattered across the saddle, squealed in panic then ran away north and down the path. The Grishnack pinned Sigwulf underneath it. Sigwulf thrust his gauntleted fists into the mouth of the animal, holding back its snapping jaws. More blood dripped onto the snow, from both the Grishnack and Sigwulf as it scraped at the chainmail that Sigwulf wore, ripping at his arms and legs with razor sharp claws. The other knights rushed in to help as Sigwulf and the Grishnack wrestled on the snow together, each trying to get a hold over the other. Churned with blood and mud, t