Dark Knights Novels & Stories

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

One of the core members of the family voiced his suggestion. "Hmm, I see, and you think these people are a match for the great Vipers?" Mr. Red questioned sarcastically, thereby gaining a grin from the cloaked lady. "You wouldn't pray to be their enemies, Mr. Red! They are very deadly; don't underestimate them." "Oh, I see, so tell me about this wonderful gang!" He taunted more. "The gang name is known as Dark Nights," and in fact it has another subordinate gang called "Dark Heart, which is ruled by a man known as Ezekiel Wells."

Pardon me Mademoiselle, where are my manners? ''Maybe up your dick!'' Damian barked a little too loud. He caught everyone's attention even mine, surprisingly. I shot him a death glare. He rolled his eyes raising his hands in defeat. Damian stalked off and flung his full weight on a nearby expensive looking couch. I mean everything here is expensive looking. ''I'm Christian, Christian Green. A vampire'' He shrugged it off like something that happens everyday. My eyes widened in surprise. A vampire? I was delighted. I always wanted to meet one. They fascinated me with their super speed and their uncomfortable desire for blood. Yeah, I know right, it sounds weird me liking the blood part. I've

Five years later… In the desolate border village of Dreadmoor Kingdom, near the edges of the known lands, flames devoured the night. The village was a picture of ruin — homes caved in, livestock scattered, children’s cries echoing across the smoke-choked streets. Dark, cloaked figures moved with inhuman precision, their weapons gleaming with a sickly red sheen. These were the infamous Dark Knights, the soldiers of the dark lord Kal. These dark knights who had stayed hidden for years since the war five hundred years ago, buried in the shadows had reemerged two years ago.

"Everyone out!" He ordered and they rushed out like scared chickens. No one tried to help her. Anamika frowned at Alexander. "What's going on?" Alexander smirked and removed Vera's mask. "Nice to meet you again, Dr. Veronica." He looked at his mother. "aka Queen of Russian mafia..." Anamika raised her eyebrows when he said that. "Martha check on Dominick please, if she did something to him." Martha nodded and hurriedly walked towards Dominick's room.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

They carved toward the far tunnel, each step dragging them closer. A horn blared, deep and resonant, vibrating in the stone. The soldiers pulled back—only to part their ranks. Kaelen’s stomach turned cold. A figure stepped forward from the shadows. Not a soldier, not even fully human. Armor black as night clung to its form, helm shaped like a wolf’s skull. A greatblade rested across its shoulders, runes glowing faintly along the steel. The air itself seemed to recoil from it. Mira whispered, “A deathknight.”

Just calm. Quiet confidence. "Not much info on him," Dante admitted. "Kyrian Volkov. Famous Model & Actor in Russia. Omega. 21." Enzo Romano whistled. "An Omega that tall? 6'4"? Rare." "That's why people think he's an Alpha," Dante said. "That's it. No other info. Seems the Volkovs hide him from the underworld." "Ooh," Matteo teased. Leaned forward. "He really is the Volkov treasure, huh, Big Brother?"

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt