Black Knights Coursing Novels & Stories

“Sir Simon and Sir Troy, you two come with me to find Ryia.” The Grand Knights nodded in response before they split up, turning in different paths. ‘I can’t fail now,’ Kael thought as he squinted ahead at their direction, his black hair dancing wildly with the breeze. A few minutes after, they spotted some wild beasts ahead. It was a group of white bergoras, swinging on the high branches. The knights must’ve caught their attention.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

The rest of the box is white quartz which has a cavity inside it to hold the pieces. Jessie squeals running her hands over it, then she opens it to reveal the pieces inside it. Which are all in their own little divots in blue velvet cushioning. The pieces are unlike anything he’d ever seen before, the two sets are made of Damascus steel, one in blue and one in gold. The rooks, are styled to look like the bird of the same name, the knights are horses rampant. The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers.

Eli Blackthorn doesn’t do pageantry. We do black leather, old scars, and the kind of hospitality that involves counting knives before and after a visit. Silvercrest rolls in like a storybook that lost its mind. Carriages with lacquered sides gleam under the weak winter sun, each wheel rim banded in polished steel. Their guards wear matched mail, blue overcoats embroidered with silver swirls. Even their horses look moisturized. Our wolves don’t even pretend not to stare and I watch with undisguised interest.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

Shapes moved on the other side—hulking silhouettes with too many limbs, eyes like furnace coals, war-hounds with jaws that dripped black flame. Victoria’s arms tightened around the reins. Raven’s own arms were locked around Victoria’s waist, gauntleted hands clasped over obsidian scale. The stallion snorted, ears flat, but didn’t falter. Behind them, the Valrosian column rode in grim silence—one hundred knights in black and crimson, banners furled against the wind that howled from the rift like damned voices. Commander Thorne rode at their flank, helm visor down, scarred face unreadable. He raised a fist; the column slowed to a controlled canter.

“I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents.

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

An accident would happen along the way or perhaps Zierno would put up too much fight upon his capture… Rallying his favored knights, ones unquestioningly loyal to him, ones that could maintain their silence they had their horses saddled, weapons polished and began mounting for the hunt. Squires packed their saddlebags with breads and dried meat and they turned their horses making way to the bridge. No one noticed Barnabus Kurdikus carefully moving shadow to shadow. His brothers Tristan and Drake moved carefully in step with him watching the knights attentively. One by one they would leave tonight, going hunting as well.