Demonic Knight Novels & Stories

Every other player was backing off nervously, while I remained where I was, relaxed. As a succubus, my sense for danger far surpassed an ordinary player's. In fact, the Entity of ancient darkness which projected a suffocating presence of danger right in front of me was exactly my type. Meanwhile, the holy knight's hammer swung viciously through the air, leaving a distinct silver trail in its wake… and passed through the darkness harmlessly. "What?!" The holy knight was left dumbstruck as his weapon struck nothing, while the shadow slowly turned toward him, with stellar specks flickering within.

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

The knight remained quiet for a moment before speaking. “You can ask whatever you want now,” he said. “Before we arrive.” Lyria didn’t hesitate. “What is the king like?” The silence stretched. “Dangerous,” he answered at last. “Unpredictable.” “Cruel?” “Worse.” Lyria tightened her grip on the reins. “Why do they call him the Demon King?” The knight exhaled slowly. “Because he is not like other men.” She looked at him. “That explains nothing.” “He took the throne at eighteen. His own family tried to take it from him.”

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Upon my [Analysis] this Undead were called King Lancer, an Undead Commander. “Not all of us were King Lancer…Look at that..even Undeads have the most hideous and stupid looking monster…Ugh~..why is that thing even exist?…”. Another voice comes from the side and this time it was on my left side, the voice comes from a man or a demon more correctly, wearing a full red suits slick from head to toes, he was slender, have much feature that resembles a human, but the 2 horns protruding on his head, 2 large bat wings and a lizard tail, pronounced that he was a true demons. He’s name was, Kulak, The Demon Count, a noble demons and a very strong ones.

Draco began his speech. Draco looked at the knights' faces one by one. “Some of you may have faced it head-on. Some of you may still be guessing what it's like fighting a demon. Some of you may even have lost your relatives at the hands of the demons," Draco said. Several Dwarves lowered their heads while gritting their teeth. It was clear that the Dwarves had fallen a lot because of the demon attacks—likewise some of the human knights who had comrades who had died in the border region.

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

"That's because where you should have came is to me, I was supposed to train and teach you, not them" Danté frowned at him "You?" "My name is Alister Exavier, I was your father's older brother, and I am a paladin, the last one next to Amber here" Danté looked at her but frowned "You? A Knight?" She puffed her cheeks up "Never heard of Joan of Arc? Women can be knights you know" "And what does that mean for me?" Dante asked. Alister reached down and from a bag drew a sword, it belonged to Danté, one of the few weapons he has in his arsenal, and one he prefers using against ghouls.

My voice echoed as a low incantation, ancient and forbidden: “From shadow be born, by vengeance be bound… Rise, my knight. Rise, Devios.” The bones began to rattle. Wind screamed through the crypt, though no doors were open. And then—a figure crawled from the pile of ashes, towering, faceless beneath rusted black armour that mended itself with every breath it drew. A Shadow Knight. Devios knelt before me, silent. “You were forged for chaos,” I said, circling him. “And now, you have purpose.”