Evil Knight Novels & Stories

He felt proud at being able to help them grow to the kind, responsible and awesome individuals that they are now. Priestess Eva smiled and turned back to take out an exquisite ebony bone dagger from the box. The dagger shone with darkness in the tent, and it caught everyone’s attention. Princess Regina looked at the expectant crowd, and turned to Jared. “I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.”

The illustration showed a robed figure—its face hidden—performing a ritual over a bound man, dark energy swirling around him. “By a Magus,” Violet whispered. “A sorcerer from ancient Egypt. His identity lost. His magic forbidden. Khaenat wasn’t born in the Dream Realm—he was made in the mortal world.” She flipped to the next page. “But after centuries of destruction… his physical body was sealed inside the Dream Realm as punishment. His spirit, however…” her voice lowered, “escaped. That is what possesses Varek now.” Kael tightened his jaw. “So if we kill Varek—”

As a core disciple of the Yellow Tribe Sacred Land, his demonic skills rivaled those of a level six paragon, earning him the respect of people like Blake. Evil practitioners were distinct from their righteous counterparts in that they delved into mystical techniques that consumed a person's essence, soul, and negative energy. Any practitioner not well-versed with its devious nature would not be able to easily counter an evil practitioner's attacks. Therefore, Halbert believed that Severin's fate was already sealed. "Since you do not wish to hand it over, I will have no choice but to take it myself!" Halbert declared proudly. The black, demonic energy enveloping him surged forth and became as

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the surroundings, deep and loaded with malice. He was the leader of that territory, revealing himself before us. His name was Valarok, a sinister being who fed on the energy of the disease, becoming increasingly powerful. "You are foolish to believe that you can challenge my supremacy!" Roared Valarok, his eyes shining with an evil fire. I looked at Randall and saw the determination in his eyes. He positioned himself between me and the villain, ready to face the battle.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

If her specialty was disrupting energy flow, they would confront her with an immovable, lifeless iron bulk. “Sis!” Eve pushed through the crowd, panting heavily, clutching a crumpled parchment slip in her hand. “Bad news! Leo just got fresh intelligence!” She pressed the paper into Eira’s palm, her voice lowered in urgent haste. “Ironwall is no ordinary royal guard. He was a secret death soldier left behind by my late father!” Eve swallowed hard, worry evident in her cold golden eyes. “Our informant also found out—Dark Blood priests coated the inner layers of his armor with light-absorbing powder, a forbidden substance crafted specifically to devour moonlight. The moment you unleash your pur

Even the slightest movement could not escape him. What a letdown for Chase. He had not even used his most prized water, fire, and lightning elemental dragons. All he did was scare them off with a mere rain of swords. "You seem to know those two people," Chase commented to Willow. "I do. They're two of the top five powerhouses from the Evil Shadow Sect. One of them is the Ghost Shadow Sword, Barnabas Wilkes, who's a stage-eight martial god. The other is our sect's enforcer elder, Sykes Eckerman, also known as Cloudless. He's a stage-nine martial god."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.