Dark Knights Novels & Stories

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

and then a semitransparent purple screen popped into existence in front of him with a message. [Welcome Samuel Leon, I am your system. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your above average strength and defensive capabilities combined with your capacity for cruelty, you have been given the Class of.....Dark Knight, along with the skill, (Dark Charge) and (Aura Control). You've also been given a +5 to Health, Strength and Defensive stats. Information on Class and Skills can be received if you desire. Congratulations on your Rebirth, and remember; Accept your darkness....but do not become it.]

Marky shouted. 'How is that even possible?" Kent asked in frustration. "We don't know sir but we are detecting a massive influx of Dark energy surging all Across the capital." "I don't like the looks of this not one bit! Everyone, prepare for battle." Kent grunted. As the Sky Raiders entered the city the knights suddenly felt a sudden shift in the balance. The first knight teams jumped off their respective gunships as they attacked the Silver hammer with relentless fury. As they fought through the Silver hammer was cut down in droves.

In the rear, just behind the skeleton archers, 5 armored figures stood out from the rest of the undead. 4 Wight Knights and 1 Wight Knight Champion; the armor worn by the Wight Knights was similar in appearance and style to that worn by the Wight Knights who attacked the farm; And as was easy to guess, they were just as strong. 90 Skeleton Warriors, 20 Skeleton Archers, 10 Skeleton Horsemen, 4 Wight Knights, and 1 Wight Knight Champion; as a whole it was a fighting force to take into account, it might seem little, but the amount of offensive power was remarkable.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

Devlyn felt sick that their efforts and the efforts of his fellow Knights had failed to keep the Hall safe. The damage to the Hall itself had to be the result of Dark Magic. Until now, he had thought only a Dragon could inflict such damage to the fortress, but he knew that the Guardians would never attack the Hall. Besides, they had been at Chulakh, aiding in the defense of that city. There were no other Dragons, so far as anyone knew. That had been an accepted fact for centuries. No, this was the work of the Alva’himar, wielding Dark Magic to frightening effect. His assumption was further evidenced by the blackened appearance of many of the Knights, victims of the Mages’ powerful castings.