Castle Crasher Red Knight Novels & Stories

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

The first howl came before dawn. Grey had barely finished reviewing evacuation maps when hurried footsteps thundered down the corridor. "My King!" The office doors flew open. Grey immediately recognized the voice. "Red?" The knight stumbled inside, snow covering his boots and shoulders. His chest rose and fell rapidly from having sprinted across half the castle. He hadn't even bothered to remove his sword. Something was terribly wrong. "What happened?" Red didn't answer immediately. He braced both hands against Grey's desk, struggling to steady his breathing. "The eastern ridge..."

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

so I opened it. Badges, crests, jackets with symbols stitched in red and black. They didn't seem like any normal colours.... "Shit." My eyes went wide as soon as I recognized them. These were gang colors. Motorcycle gang, to be specific. The leather was heavy as always. And next to Nolan's slightly faded jacket, folded with almost reverent care, was another. Same crest. Same weight. Same everything, except this one had a C embroidered into the collar. Cassian.

She looked at the direction where the arrow came from and saw Eric, the Knight of Red Flames, standing on the center of the road that leads to the southern region. He held a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stared at her hatefully. Beside him emerged the remaining Knights of Shaula. A woman with blond hair and blue eyes that looked very much like Lucian: Faline Liu, the Knight of Rushing Stream; A man in bronze skin with bulky build: Iwaoka, the Knight of Twilight; Another woman with beastly arms and legs, grinning at them, particularly at Tara Jōn: Tara, the Knight of the Wild Beasts, and;

For a while, I thought my heart was going to break. “Ryder…” “I know!” he interrupted. “I’m Ryder Van Woodsen, right?” “You’re my knight in shining armor, Ryder. But I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. I don’t want to wake up one day and find myself shattering to pieces again. Bryan broke me, and you fixed me. If I break because of you, I don’t think I can be fixed again. So please, I would rather have you in my life, as a dear friend. And I will love you forever.”

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

He knew that the princess was not inside that van and it made his head hot after he didn't understand why he seemed to explode when he saw Zera with a knife pointed at her neck followed by a bit of blood dripping on her neck and that doubled his sanity. "How did you say that?" Gavin asked, feeling more calm. Clayton pointed to Ice's place that Jam was already supporting. "See? Look at that Idiot he passed out when he saw blood," said Clayton. They were more confused, at first they couldn't believe that their colleague now mercilessly killed someone but they tried to understand that even Xanti would have done the same if he had moved ahead of Gavin. "Guys! We knew it!" Adrison and Nash come o

Slowly one by one of the knight whos been waiting to feel impatient followed the same moves and kneeled to see what happened, including jack and Moss. "What..is…[ZZUUPP!!]…BUUSSSSS!!!!…". (Unfortunate Knight) Just as the weird feeling about to settle in one of the knights who's kneeling and peering out to see the carriage weird moves, his head suddenly blasted out, like a watermelon that was bashed out by a mace, his body was flung our from his original positions and landed several meters back hitting the knight behind him. The Knight beside him was smeared with blood and brain matter on his armor and face.