Evil Knight Novels & Stories

Master Kai Von’s voice dropped low, steady, carrying a gravity that made the air feel heavy around them “The person named Ernest that you saw in your dream’s is the Dark lord Kal all of us know now. The very one whom Zenobia sealed in that tomb inside the dark forest centuries ago…” Elena’s eyes widened in shock listening to Master Kai’s words but she did not interrupt him and just listened what he was telling.

The knights must’ve caught their attention. “Leave these little fries to me,” Kael spoke as he drew out his longsword. It was the famous Icebane; an enchanted weapon crafted by the most skilled dwarves in Stormir. Rumors had spread about the weapon being bathed with the ice dragon’s blood, making it the second most powerful blade next to the legendary Frostcalibur. With Kael’s tremendous power and speed, he instantly wiped out the beasts; such mere toys for him. They did not even hold him off for a second. They were slain with just a single swing of Icebane, dying under the wrath of the Divine Knight.

With desperate eyes, she questioned. "I believe just a figment, created by a witch. The aura of dark magic was too great that night!" King Emmerich possessed the ability to intercept evilness, dark magic, fear, blood, and death. He was drawn to it from a young age, and the wildness within him ran by, devouring them. He is mighty, and his vision can travel any distance to identify the source of the evilness or dark motives. And, when it comes to his family and himself, he can sense when someone is plotting something evil to harm them. He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell.

The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at. "The Deathless Chevalier," she continued, her voice growing more strained. "A cursed knight from the Dark Ages, bound by ancient, unbreakable runes. Each time he is killed, his body reconstitutes itself within three days, his strength and resilience marginally increased. He learns from every death." The screen showed a figure in pitted, black plate armor, the space behind its visor a horrifying, soul-deep abyss.

The Shadow Knight pressed his advantage. "The forgotten surrendered identity to escape pain. I maintain identity precisely because of pain. The Council's crimes have names. Their victims had names. Justice requires this specificity." He reached into his essence where the Soulstone resided, drawing forth power that responded to his focused will. Shadows coalesced around him, hardening into armour that protected not merely transformed flesh but the core of identity itself. "I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort."

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

She even ruled out the most accomplished and outstanding youths among the families. After a moment, a handsome face suddenly flashed across her mind. The only person in Yarroland who was equal to Sebastian was Kenric Carvich, known as the devil. Three years ago, Kenric had killed a Dark Knight at the Soul Awakening stage. Three of his apprentices had now become official Dark Knights, and all of them held important positions in the Juwanian church.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

Steel gray eyes met blood red eyes for a moment, neither backing down from the sudden staring contest between them until the Princess smirked with what seemed to be triumph, red eyes glinting dangerously under the moonlight as she uttered very softly: “...House Sans, the Dragon that Devours Evil.” He seemed stunned for a moment. Her smirk widened. Checkmate. “I should have known better,” she says, with a hint of laughter in her voice, “... you are Sir Edward Sanscroft, are you not? Father's favorite knight.”