Evil Knight Novels & Stories

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

He greeted her with a disarming smile, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. The interrogation was a battle of wits, a dance between Lyra’s sharp intellect and Eldrin’s carefully constructed deceptions. He admitted to knowing about the Obsidian Circle, but denied any involvement. However, he subtly revealed that the Circle’s power was rooted in a mystical artifact – the Serpent’s Eye, a legendary gem said to possess unimaginable power. He described it as a conduit, allowing the Circle to manipulate the flow of magic, to control minds, and to shape events.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

After moving the runic shield aside with his paw, he flew headfirst into the Red Dragons. Taking a better look at the Red Dragon in front of me, I could recognize him, he was Viktor, Orit's infamous right hand. An executor called the Death Blink. Aelred breathed a little tornado of fire. Today, Viktor wouldn’t kill, but be killed and his reign of terror would finally come to an end. Another large Dragon came towards us. I didn’t know him, but I was sure he wasn’t the General we were looking for. Orit didn’t even come up to protect his own house, only sending his dragon-minions instead.

Raven gripped Knight's arm, leaving claw marks all over, but Knight didn't even give that a glance. "You want to know why I have been sneaking into your pack, no?" Knight pressed Raven down with one hand on his chest while his other hand just covered the root of Raven's cock, "I have been investigating." "About the traitor?" Raven blurted, only to get a smirk out of Knight-- "Beg me for a stroke, and I'll answer a question." "You are evil!" Raven's ear turned scarlet red. "Why is giving you a choice evil?" Knight rose an eyebrow with a sneer, "I thought giving you no choice was evil. I guess I'm evil by definition, because I'm a rogue."

Back in the Heavenly Star Principality, the Royal Knight Walker was a saint honor. Darryl was surprised that Moloch turned out to be a saint emperor! Click! Just as Darryl was still in a daze from the shock, he saw Moloch raise his hand. Next, Moloch slightly waved his hand, and a pitch-black scepter appeared in his hand. The black scepter seemed to be made of a special kind of metal; it had an eerie and devilish-looking white skeleton at the tip. Darryl's eyes flickered, and he glanced disdainfully at Moloch's black scepter.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

****Kingdom of Kuragari**** The throne room of the Dark Elf King loomed with cold grandeur, its dark pillars rising like silent sentinels, reflecting the dim glow of enchanted torches. The king's eyes, black as onyx yet burning with the fire of wrath, roamed over the vast chamber as his mind churned with unease. Aegnor—the name alone, brought a storm to his thoughts. That traitorous bastard had dared to use his powers against him once before, and even now, whispers of his presence lingered like a poison that wouldn’t leave.