Evil Knight Novels & Stories

Multiple heart seekers rush into the forest, stomping on the broken woods and splitting the blades of grass. The ground shakes from the rushing heart seekers. The stamped has so much force that the grass and dirt elevate before crashing back down. Among the creatures in the forest, two pairs of feet rush on a trail. Sticks and rocks along with metal boots bash on the ground. Both creatures wear a black knight suit itched with golden outlines along the shoulders and torso. Their armor looks thin as opposed to heavy alterations of a traditional knight plate mail but what separates tradition is the animal helms and the mechanical goggles. One of the helms is in the shape of a wolf, sculpt perfe

"Two teams of two compete against each other. One team member serves as a horse, carrying his partner on his shoulders. The one being carried serves as a knight and must knock the opposing team's knight into the water, Don Elio." The fool immediately falls silent when he finally realizes the murderous look Elio is giving him. "I do not want Lucia to play this. She could get hurt, and it is no," Elio says coldly. The fool knocks on the side in the water and thinks he is clever when he says: "Nothing will happen to her! Her tits are big enough to break her fall!" No one dares speak anymore, and the fool in the water finally realizes what he just said to a Don. Don, who incidentally serves as m

The voice of the man on the left side echoed as he tried to keep phase with the one leading them. The Black Knight turned to the man who was now beside him, wearing a similar black armor but had a kegel helmet with a dragon crest on its forehead. It was his adviser, the Marquis of Ember Frost, lord Slog Aizenberg; His eyes were inspecting, gazing from the Black Knight's raised hand and the cracked armor on the side of his ribs that kept glowing a dark purple shine. “Wouldn’t it be wise if you’d take a rest first my lord? You’ve barely managed to survive that last blast,” lord Aizenberg stated, trying to remain a few inches behind their leader.

Imboko has killed so many people, he has subjected many of them into total torture, but he loves it. Every tickling second, he loves seeing someone writhing in pain. His magic powers can't be argued, he has total protection, all around the palace. He squeezes his big magic wring on his index finger, he goes as far as squeezing the bridge of his nose and releases an exhausted breath. He had admittedly taken the loss of his brother very hard, as he was a kind, bright, thoughtful man taken way by him before his time, but he was a lucky man, raising to the kingly throne.

"I believe that those who are affected are being hunted by two green crystal-adorned Welkin." "Just green? How about other colors?" asked one of the Darkens, the raise of people who can shift into different sort of monsters, Filipinos called Aswang. The current leader of the Darkens is a boy of seventeen who can shapeshift into different animals and be rumored to have eaten the last Darken leader on a Challenge (Rite of Leadership). His name is Carmichael Park, and he hasn't uttered a single word to him ever since he took over the whole Darken Faction. Gustavan eyed the Fae sitting beside him. Princess Aldea, the heir to the Fae realm, was more interested in staring at Carmichael's face than

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

"You know you're actually sweating.Just forgive him and go back to calling him Vador." "And why? I'm just an assistant," She frowned. "He's really comfortable around you" Vador was still in the study when Aleister brought news to him concerning the dark witches. "This letter came for you Vador," Aleister said dropping the letter on the table. "What does it say?" Vador asked looking up. "The dark witches have been killing the pure blooded in the east. The letter is from lord Jack,he needs more protector," Aleister replied. "I wonder why the dark witches keep coming back "Vador licked his lips.

Ryker smiled lightly. “For answers,” she clarified, standing up from her chair. “A werewolf enters my territory in the middle of the night, unnoticed by anyone. Not weak, but clearly with hidden intentions and some unexplainable powers at his disposal…” She studied him, her eyes scanning his body. He had hidden his scent and aura, but his build and the energy emanating from him were unmistakable. “Who are you?” Ryker walked over to Petal and stood directly in front of her. “Ryker Wraithe, The King of Dark Magic."

I turned all the lights on and looked around, trying to decide where to start my search. There was a book Mom cherished, that I’d read a couple of years earlier, and if I wasn’t wrong, it talked about ley lines. It was Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum. It was a great piece of fiction, written with the most exquisite sarcasm I’d ever read, about three Italian intellectuals who, mostly in jest, end up piecing together the Knight Templar’s alleged plan to rule the world. And one of the alleged tools the Knights would use to achieve their ultimate goal was telluric energy. I recalled something about big monuments as some sort of headstocks to channel and direct this energy. Monuments like la To