Evil Knight Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 102 DANIEL Grace Knight is an uncouth and despicable woman in my eyes. She had absolutely no respect for her in - laws or anybody around her. Choosing to throw tantrums and use such vulgar words in the presence of little children got me livid. When she approached me, she was calmer, but then I kept refusing to listen to her when she wanted to reveal all of my Queen’s past ‘secrets’. I never intended to spoil the anniversary celebrations. I just wanted Gabriel to see what he was missing out on and for them to recruit potential investors who would then want nothing to do with them once the article of the conference went out the following morning. I wanted them to face humiliation but n

He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand. Brand knew the giant behind him would not be out of commission long either. He heard scuffling and grunting behind him and Astrid calling out the words 'Mitte mihi tenebras' (Bring me the darkness) before a hard blow hit the back of his head, and he heard nothing more.

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

Flashback ends. I have to get out of here. Aarav would be worried like hell. I can’t Stay here, before anyone know , I would escape, but when I was about to get up , my room's door get opened , bad luck. And a man of the age of 50 or 60 came inside, but I can tell one thing that he is not a good man, he is giving some creepy vibe “so finally you woke up princess" he said with a evil smile “so you are the villain of the story....singhaniya right?" I asked my suspicion and I was right.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

he chipped curtly. Caleb shrugged, “Or maybe you guys are a little earlier…?” His father shook his head in disappointment before revving up the engine. Without wasting any second, Eldric drove the car toward the gates and pressed on the gas once we hit the main road. Breaking the pungent silence, Caleb asked, “So, who’s gonna tell me about this mysterious warlock we’re on our way to meet?” Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, Eldric answered in a blank voice, “The name is Kelven Vael. He is one of the very few warlocks who possess magic strong enough to open portals to other realms.”

“But . . . you are . . . a Black Knight . . .” “Yes, Majesty. And my vow has always been to protect the realm. I am doing so. I have been shown the truth that Dark Magic is the true magic, and that the Alva’himar will bring order to Edon.” Emerik frowned, struggling to speak. “Your . . . tale. Your . . . time with . . . the Minotaurs. A lie?”

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.”

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.