Corviknight Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I put both hands on the trunk and close my eyes, listening for my familiars. “Oh, Dark Master,” I start once I feel them getting closer. “I call you forth to…to…meet another willing child of night.” I step away from the tree, turn around, and hold my hands up. Maybe I can hit Ruth with an energy ball now. Knock her out and get back to the Covenstead. Kristy is all the proof I need to show I’m innocent and Ruth is the guilty one. She used an illegal potion on an innocent member of the coven.

he said, a steeliness in his voice that made both Marian and Gravan wince. “Dinka?” “Yes, Dad,” Dinka replied Nikal, Corien’s wolf, in their mind space. “Okay. Gravan. Please,” Corien said out loud, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the chair he was seated in, straightening his shoulders. Gravan glanced away from him, his face drawn. Marian could sense his hesitation and could feel that he was not at full strength, but she kept quiet, waiting for her uncle to speak. ==========

The witch raised his hand and hurled a bolt of dark magic at Cora. She moved swiftly, barely dodging in time as the energy streaked past her arm. His eyes darkened with confusion and rage. "What are you?" Cora stood tall, her gaze unwavering. "I’m a wolf. And you don’t belong here." Without warning, the witch sprang forward, moving so fast it was almost impossible to track. Raven's instincts took over in an instant. She summoned her power, heat rushing to her palms as she flung a ball of fire straight at his back. Flames exploded on impact, sending him crashing to the ground with a sharp cry of pain.

The man led Mira and Kira deeper into the forest. His steps were quiet, practised, like someone used to moving unseen. The mist clung to the ground, and every tree seemed to lean in, listening. After a while, Mira asked, “Who are you, really?” The man glanced back. His scarred face looked sharper in the half-light. “Name’s Corvin. I was Hollow once.” Kira froze. “The Hollow? You mean the pack that bled us for months? The same ones we fought against?”

But this didn't feel like diplomacy. The thundering of hooves broke the stillness first. A sound that did not rush—it commanded. Controlled, precise, like a war drum announcing its own legend. Shadows stretched from the treeline, long and dark as the horse emerged—massive, black as midnight, with eyes like burning embers. Upon it sat a man carved from silence and steel. Zarek Vorn. Alpha of the Nightveil Pack.

The warriors charged, their claws and fangs becoming a storm of death for the remaining enemies. Amid the chaos, my eyes caught sight of a familiar, towering figure—jet-black fur, glowing red eyes, and a jaw always set in a threatening grimace. Korran Diremane. Leader of the rogues. “Wolfborne!” he roared, his voice heavy, cutting through the noise. “Do you think you can stop this night?” I stepped forward, every muscle in my body tensing. “This night will be your last, Korran.”

The air grew heavy, filled with the thick, dark energy pouring out of him. Before I could steady myself, the nightstalkers lunged. They came at me all at once, their movements fast and vicious. Their growls filled the air as their claws tore through the dirt and reached for me. I fought back immediately, shifting my weight and throwing punches, kicking, clawing—using every ounce of strength I had left. But there were too many of them. Through the chaos, I saw him clearly. Varkros didn’t even look back at me. He turned and began walking away. And in his arms—

Indeed, everyone turned, including Zayn , who also threw his clothes on his red-haired companion, even though it was not at the time The dark-eyed Mars ran towards his victim who wanted to press the device, but he smashed his own and climbed on him, brutally cutting part of his neck. The other bled profusely, so Mars surprised him with his quick attack! He didn't even give him a chance to react. Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might

the Nightfang snarled. He was one of Voran’s farm‑line wolves—broad‑shouldered, hair cropped, rough, short, dark leathers scuffed from work more than parade. His name was Corin. He’d been mostly quiet since they’d left the last village, jaw clenched around things he didn’t say. The Blackmoon scout was leaner, older, with a patch of silver in his beard. Deren. He’d spent most of the morning complaining about the state of the road and the state of Nightfang maps.