Black Knights Series Novels & Stories

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.

No one had ever told them what kind of monsters Black Claw could raise. Devin corners one behind the smokehouse, wringing information out of him like water from a pelt. The answer is always the same: someone, somewhere, has promised them land. A new Luna, with a brood of three, is a threat that must be erased. No names, only scent, vague as the wind. Elena recognizes council politics, but the precision is not their style. This is the old wild, the territory of ghost alphas and the mad packs that never took to cities or treaties. In the spring, Elena stands watch over a pyre. Rogues do not get burials, but Black Claw burns the bodies, just the same. She holds the triplets in her arms, and the

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…”

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

Even the Black Knights’ skills could not counter the sheer numbers as the Goblins climbed over their fallen comrades to reach the riders. As the battle continued, Randey was puzzled by the appearance of a dozen figures that were clearly not Goblins. They were clad in grey robes, with deep hoods that hid their features. They formed a semi-circle behind the Goblin company, but they appeared to be observing dispassionately. That is until one of the Grenyaar broke free of the Goblins on one side. One of the figures raised a hand and a bright flash travelled from the upraised hand to the Knight. The Knight fell back after being stricken, and was once again overcome by Goblin fighters. Another Kni

Edward Sinclair is always busy, managing the family's business empire while her mom, Marilyn Sinclair had social events and several charitable organisations to oversee. Being an only child, she loved hanging out with the Knight family. They provided her with the banter and warmth of having siblings to tease. Victory's gaze roamed to the three very attractive bachelors that were seated at the dining table. The three Knight siblings are very different from each other. Arthur is the stuffy and serious older brother, Aaron is the cheeky jester while Adrian is the shy youngest brother. Victory felt that she fitted right in with the three. She was the balance against Aaron's boisterous personality

He carefully settled his utensils, cleaned the sides of his lips, sipped some water, and finally said, "Are you into soccer or basketball?" "Both, sir." "Good. So what teams are you loyal to?" "Manchester City and Boogie Knights respectively, sir." The smile Marley had begun to display disappeared. "Boogie Knights you say. Why?" Bethany's plate and utensils spiced up the conversation. When she noticed her mother's and Eloïse's eyes on her, she barked an ignorant "what?" "I was going in for the weaker team when I pledged my loyalty to them. "

He hissed. “But-” The man's whimpers turned into groans and screams of pain as Bernard stomped on his mangled fingers. “Please!” He begged, trying to pull his hand away. “Please!” Bernard mocked, throwing his head back as he howled with laughter. “Listen to me, Blade. I want you to listen really close to what I am about to say. I want them taken out. That damn club is nothing but a thorn in my side and I can’t move around and do as I please until The Devil’s Knights have been taken out once and for all.”

Their horses marched through the carnage, unmindful of the horrors that were happening around them. The Black Knight clad in armor that had a dragon face helmet with two huge fins like horns on the ear side was leading the group. Looking at his right palm, he winced in a grin under his helmet, still feeling the tingling sensation on it; glowing purple veins kept pulsating along with each struck of pain as he tried to keep it steady. “My lord, my lord!” The voice of the man on the left side echoed as he tried to keep phase with the one leading them.