Black Knights Series Novels & Stories

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

Kaven, who saw the tension between the two of them, gulped nervously. Time was ticking. The Panthera Knights were still struggling to defend the kingdom even though it felt like their defeat was already before their eyes. The blood of the fallen knights dyed the white snow with ghastly crimson color. The monsters that had died came back to life. Its tyrannosaur head, with a smaller body, rose from the dead and took advantage of the situation. Its jaw caught one of the knights easily. One swoop of its bite was enough to take down the knight. It then spat out the knight, and the knight died from loss of blood.

Dozens of men with sharp black suits and earpieces surrounded the manor like guards, taking up positions around it with their weapons clenched in their hands. Their eyes constantly scanned for threats, ready to neutralize any danger that dared to breach the front door without hesitation. The heavy oak doors carved with the Blake family crest might as well have been an impenetrable vault for all the good it would do them now. They had received credible intel from one of their most trusted sources that the master of chaos himself – the notorious Zavian Blackthorn – was coming for them. And when Zavian Blackthorn had someone in his sights, they didn't just disappear...they suffered an unspeakab

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

My mind refused to accept them, even as the letters burned into me like fire. “Report: Five knights dispatched under Her Majesty’s command. Target: Rosewyn Shop. Objective: Eliminate dissent. Destroy all records and assets. Leave nothing intact. Fire: Set. Flames consumed both structure and evidence. Casualties: Confirmed. Innocents affected—one life lost: Isabelle Rosewyn. Knight Gideon Malik: Present, operating under the command of Commander Alden. Participated in mission. Fulfilled assigned duty." The words blurred. I couldn’t breathe. The parchment slipped from my hands and fluttered to the ground. My knees followed. The surface was unyielding, but I barely felt the impact against me.

“But while we’re playing Twelve Knights of Camelot, we’re forgetting something.” “What’s that?” Killan asks. “Zarek wasn’t our only problem. If we’re going to make Ashridge Hollow safe, we’ve got to deal with it.” The room stills as Cain continues, “We’ve got to do something about the hunters.” The words hit like a cold wind. I lean back in my seat, the weight of this new burden settling in. Cain’s right. Something has to be done about the human sect known as Blackthorn. They’ve been working from the shadows for years, pushing supernaturals into hiding. And from what Catherine told us, they’re close to their goal.

The headquarters of the Black King League was hidden within Abry Hills, nearly taking up the entire range. After killing the last outpost guard, the Dark Knights callously kicked aside the lifeless bodies and drew their Darkblades. Five teams of Dark Knights met up, lining up in front of a massive steel door embedded in the mountain wall, resembling soldiers awaiting inspection. "Mr. Adrian, all the Dark Knights have returned. Please give us your instructions.” Adrian, dressed in a black robe, stood before the Dark Knights and nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the towering steel door and said, "Blast it open."

In silence, I acknowledged the strange sensation. Before us stood Black, accompanied by two soldiers. His presence demanded attention, and he began his introduction with confidence. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Black Knight, the esteemed Head Knight of the King of the West," he declared, his posture exuding authority. Oddly enough, there was a distinct scent surrounding Black, reminiscent of pine trees and rain. It was a captivating aroma, though I knew it wasn't his natural fragrance since he hadn't emitted that scent during our encounter in the forest.

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.

(BLACK KNIGHTS) “NOW, now, now. Who could that be?” Beatrice asks, giggling and still dancing under the shade of the blood red moon. Thinking, no, planning her next move while she is weighing the facts, the significance and darkness of the characters of this world and book will benefit her. The perfect two knights that she needed. The rightful once to own the black title. “Of course!” she laughs, coming with the conclusion and choosing the ones that she needed to be her pieces. “Let’s have that person, shall we?”