Evil Knight Novels & Stories

His eyes revealed how much he feared Zayn. After their earlier exchange of blows, he could tell that Zayn was no weaker than him. Most importantly, Zayn was half a step away from the invincibilis state, not a genuine invincibilis powerhouse. What was the significance of that? It meant that Zayn was a super genius who was the same rank as King Erik, Bolt, and Gautama at the very least! Frankly, Evilasius dreaded powerful men like them very much, and he assumed that he was no match for them. He imagined there was a very powerful force backing Zayn in order to cultivate him into a supremely powerful man.

And he will also make sure to wipe them out too. "How certain are you that the werewolves caused the rampage and not the witches?" asked Zephyr, his gaze on the man that was standing in front of him. He was now thinking of appointing new council members cause it seems that the ones he appointed were nothing but fools. "Th...e marks on their bodies were that a wolves and not witches, my king." The man answered roughly. "Fools!" Zephyr uttered in a stoic voice. "Roman!" "My king!" Roman responded with a bow.

Aelnith Eventide The Witch Queen Carmun had three sons. The Dain, Dub, and Dother. Each one was marked by terrible dark magic. It each one with different, dark gifts. Aelnith stood holding River, in the cover of a copse of trees. Where the Dain had been a hulking, foul monster, Dub was merely a shadow. That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious.

She wanted to start something new with her despite the circumstances the statuses stood between them. Evan laughed loudly as if he had just heard the funniest jokes of all time. “You…you think you can protect her yourself? A witch who has no experience in combat whatsoever?” He pointed the bloody knife toward them. “What are you gonna do? Wave your hand in magic?” He scoffed, dropping his hand to his side, and took a step towards us. “You and I both know that I can overpower any magic that comes towards me. I’m the knight that nullifies magic, remember?” He spread his arms, whisking away the blood. “I am the great Evan! The undefeated and the nullifier!” He laughed once again, proudly presen

No one in the thirteen crowns is fond of him. Viktor, a hellhound. He was originally the one who guards the cells under Daemoniom, however, Azazel brought him with him when he left leaving his duty to Elliot and Lucas until he comes back. He can take Elliot in a fight, even his experimented side and would still win. Many supernaturals from the border look up to Viktor, but he does not really care about anything.

she asked. " The Alpha's are planning an attack to have your head by tomorrow. "I said this time I was the one biting my lips in nervousness waiting for her reaction. Her face became relax making me more confused than I have ever be in my life. " Oh, thank the moon, I thought it was something serious. "she said with a soft smile . "Emerald, I'm being serious, they are using dark magic, with dark magic there's nothing we could do ." "Well baby did I forget to tell you I am the queen of dark magic. "she said and for the first time ever I saw an evil look in her eyes. Who the fuck is my mate?.

But history be damned for the Halfling, his pounding heart was for the green-eyed Halfling within the premise of the catastrophe. “Have you detected her presence?” Levi the Envious looked behind him. His knuckles turned white from his clenched fist yet it did not lessen the pounding that was threatening to burst his chest. Hackles raised, Levi the Envious, all clad with his Black Knight uniform of Transylvania Academy, gritted his teeth upon the shaking head of his Basilisk.

Kael whispered, recalling one of the same beasts that rampaged on the capital that night. “A corrupted devilion,” Magus Jade corrected. “Too bad I’ve used up my entire energy … I’m leaving that one to you, Divine Knight.” Kael shivered at how the Chief of Winterrun had just called him. He dashed forward and made a wide swing as the devilion charged. Its claws clashed against his sword, then they bounced away. The beast flapped its wings, jumping high in air, then spun to swing its long tail. Kael stepped back to dodge, but the sharp end of the tail found his nose, making a small cut. He winced at the stinging pain. That tail was as sharp as a blade.

my father questioned. “Because we need to save my mother first. Our enemy is a bigger deal than we could’ve ever imagined,” she replied. King Aragon turned to King Brennus, shooting him a look. “Carlton is Eligor.” “As in the dark wizard from Advalur?” my grandfather asked. “The very one,” King Brennus confirmed. “How is that possible?” my father asked.

The battlefield of the Shattered Vale roared with chaos. Ash swirled like snow through the molten air, fire and shadow clashing in brutal waves. Soldiers screamed, magic crackled, and monstrous beasts tore through ranks. Yet at the heart of it, two figures moved as one: Verath Dravenor, Dragon King of Ashenrealm, and Elara Nightvale, healer and forbidden magic wielder.