Black Knights Coursing Novels & Stories

“And if he refuses to listen?” Damien’s hand cupped her cheek. “Then we remind him why the Blackthorn name still echoes in these mountains.” She smiled against his mouth. “With words first.” “With words first,” he agreed. “And steel if necessary.” He kissed her then, fierce and claiming, and they lost themselves in each other until dawn crept pale through the shutters. Two days later, at first light, twenty wolves rode out from Blackthorn Keep. Damien and Ashley led on matching black stallions. Clara rode at Ashley’s right, Gideon at Damien’s left. Ronan carried the banner: black field, silver thorn tree, the sigil unchanged yet somehow brighter in the new light.

"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.

But the air changes when a new presence slides through the hall — silent, massive, impossible to ignore. A hush spreads behind my eyelids. I open them just in time to see him step out of the shadows. Tall. Broad shoulders draped in black. Eyes like forged silver — not warm, not cold. Just sharp enough to cut through bone. Damian Blackthorn. I’ve heard his name in whispers since I was a pup. Stories of a wolf who razed a whole border clan to the ground for daring to betray him. A king without mercy. But kings don’t come to filthy auctions for leftover daughters.

I double checked my stuff before I followed him outside. "I'm ready, father." I told him. He nodded and escorted me to the carriage. The hunting grounds were near the border to the east. It was still under the territory of our Empire and the animals living there were regulated so there won't be too many dangerous animals there. The point of this hunt is to capture animals to prepare for the long winter nights. The other knights who choose to participate can sell their hunts and others use the hunt to prove their strength. This is usually the time when knights convey their love for their chosen maidens. I'm only participating because I don't want to deal with fake ladies.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

The way she’s asking me not to leave her, I’ll never leave her, she’s the only light I have in the darkness I call my life, I chose my life, but I always craved the light, even before I met her, I knew I needed her in my life, one way or another, she was to be mine. I dropper her back at home, I didn’t want to leave her, but work was calling things aren’t going well for me, I still had to deal with the one who calls themselves pure bloods, they are making themselves more known now, they are trying to leave a mark, make themselves known, try to show everyone how strong they are, a pain in the arse really. Add to that the Irish who got in troubles for losing Devil, they were going to sell her

“If you’re going to shake, do it behind me where he can’t see.” *** The trumpets sounded just before midday. Blackthorn rarely used them. Their brassy, ceremonial notes felt wrong echoing off the stone walls, like some piece of the capital had been forcibly transplanted where it didn’t belong. From the top of the main stairs leading into the courtyard, I watched the gates crank open. Royal banners appeared first—blue and gold, the Nightbane crest snapping in the mountain wind. Then came the riders. Lucian rode at the front on a white stallion, armor polished to a mirror, cloak lined with fur. He looked exactly as he had the last time I saw him under the Moon—perfect, golden, made for stories

They were rogues. They were dragged by Marcus to the centre and forced to kneel. “ These rogues were found trying to trespass on the ridges. One carried a blade made of silver.” A low growl rippled through the courtyard. Damien didn't respond immediately. He stood there for a moment, his gaze lingering on each prisoner. The first one caught my attention. She was about my age. “Kill them,” a voice spoke out from the corner. The hunger for bloodshed by the Blackthornes made something twist deep within me.

Knights from different villages and clans are gathered here in the Cravens manor to give aid for the alliance between the werewolves and the vampires. “Today is the day that we will conquer the evil!”I raised my voice to the very best where everyone could hear it, including the knights at the back. More than a hundred knights are here as per requested by Aeneas, the Commander, and the one who's leading the knights.