Doomed Knight Novels & Stories

I saw traces of hurt and remorse into those swirls of ocean. He took small steps where I slumped down on thr floor,sobbing hysterically on Diandra's chest while Dustin stood in a corner,his face held the same grimace. Damien leaned on his knees to match my level.His deep breaths fell on my shoulders. "He will rot in hell that's my promise to you Emerald and Damien Knight never back off from his words."With that he stood up and walked upto the door before rushing out,he gave me one last glance.

He almost laughed out loud and said, "But he's just a second brother. What am I afraid of? If you have the ability, why don't you come out together with the 12 Paladins?" "Bastard, if you hadn't killed 11th brother and 12th brother, our 12 Paladins would have come out together. Let's stop talking nonsense. Today, let's kill this boy from the East!" The black knight with four stars embroidered on his chest immediately took a step forward. The halberd in his hand immediately sparkled and stabbed toward the center of Yang Xiao's eyebrows. Yang Xiao shivered all over and kicked the black knight's halberd nearly 90 degrees with his right foot.

These veins were thick, branching and unnatural, clearly visible from his upper arm down to his hand. The kneeling knight’s gaze fixed on the black veins, having seen them before during battle and on the soldiers that attacked the city. Those with the black veins were called the Corrompido, men and women corrupted by the darkness of Mestre Escuro. “Perhaps our fallen knight would like an opportunity to safe what remains of Dourado?” Mestre Escuro said and watched the knights face intently. The golden knight slowly rose from the ground, not bothering to pick up his sword. “You mean, you will leave? Just like that?” he asked with a shaky voice. “No, not just like that,” Mestre Escuro says slig

I was beyond shocked. A man in a black suit has a sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they did not see much that surprised them anymore. He had no smile on. I scrolled down through the headlines. Youngest billionaire in the city. CEO of Knight Holdings. Known for ruthless business decisions. Has destroyed competitors without showing any mercy. Linked to multiple corporate scandals. Untouchable. I clicked on an article. There were photos of him at galas and business events, always in black, always with the same unreadable expression. People around him in the photos stood slightly apart, the way people stand when they are not completely comfortable.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

"That's the rule." "What about this one?" "That's the knight," I say to him. "Why is it a horse?" "Because knights ride horses." Damon sits back against me a little further. "The knight travels in an 'L' shape. Like that." I show him by taking the knight up one space, then over one space. "He's a very neat piece. He's the only one who can jump pieces." "He jumps?" "Yeah. He goes over them." Damon's eyes open wide. "Like a ninja?"

Time had run out. Kaelen embraced his sister once more, ruffled Marcus's hair, and strode from the chamber. His footsteps rang against stone, each one carrying him away from the morning's triumph toward an uncertain darkness. The last pure day of his life was ending. Though he didn't know it yet, Kaelen Dawnblade would never see the Eastern Marches again. Not as the man he was now. Not with his faith intact. In years to come, when bards sang of the Shadow Knight's origin, they would begin here: with a good man answering a summons, believing in justice, trusting in the Light. They would sing of how that trust was betrayed, how faith became fury, how love transformed to loss.

I added, and he sighed, taking a step back. “The same one who claims to be in love with you,” he muttered, and my eyes snapped up. “Knight is the one,” he added firmly, and my eyes widened. “What?” “He’s going to kill you the same way he killed Angelo,” Conan added, and I just stared at him. “Angelo is dead?” I asked calmly, and he nodded. “He was killed last night by the same one who is supposed to be a friend to him—Knight. My men reported to me directly,” he added, and a deep chuckle escaped me, followed by a loud laugh.