Futuristic Knights Novels & Stories

Dimitri had given them the orders and the other knights had to follow them at all costs. Reluctantly, the knights set the carriages on fire burning with it the dead men it held, sending their last farewells to theironce upon a time brothers. They could only hope for peace to settle in abd Dimitri's mad thirst for power to end soon. Otherwise, if things continued the way it was right now, the men were certain that one day, they too would join their friends in hell.

Leaning forward, he said, “You still haven’t told me what this is about.” Patton looked at him for seconds before he spoke, “I have a team working on something extraordinary. I call it, the new future and it is for all mankind. All I just need is a dose of your blood.” “You want to make more people like me?” he asked. “Yes,” Patton answered. “I want to give humankind a second chance. I want them to experience what it feels like to be immortal, to not be able to die at an old age or due to a sickness. I want them to feel the strength and the power—”

"You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only finding her, this game is about killing. Those who are good at fighting will survive and those who do not know will die." Zera was shocked by what she heard, she didn't know that it was going to be so deep. "That's why we have to go back there, to asked someone to train us, also you Zera, you should know how to defend yourself, you're their target," Nash said making everyone stop. Gavin and Xanti looked at Zera.

I remind her again landing a kiss on her pouty lips, she smiles and blushes a pretty pink color that makes her look even younger than she is, I get my purse and get ready to leave, Elle, wave goodbye to me. I make it toward the parking and to my car, I open the trunk and check that I have everything I need, my gun, tracking devices, my safe line, my laptop, then finally my favourite part, my kit. I have a full torture and extraction kit, including some small knives that vary in size, my favourite knife, my first purchase, it was more for good luck than usage, next I had to sever pliers for different reasons, some to extract teeth, others for fingernails. Finally, I had a few hammers, my favo

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

I found myself asking to verify if the fortress was still standing strong and if Oliver, always the fierce warrior, was there. “The fortress is stronger than ever. We have knights, guards and scouts stationed at its walls to keep us all secure,” Vivienne assured. “Knights? Scouts?” “Knights are members of the Elite who also serve as warriors,” Lucas explained. “Scouts are those we send to the outside world for supplies or new blood.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that last piece of information. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way for our kind to survive without preying on humans. I was sure that just saying those thoughts out loud would be labeled as sacrilege by my father.

he responded, his words carrying a sense of respectful concern. "Tsk. Shit..." That was a problem. The elite knights, clandestinely dedicated to the service of every lycan prince, posed a challenge that couldn't be taken lightly. Their exceptional skills allowed them to swiftly identify and neutralize any potential threat. Once their attention was drawn to something awry, the perpetrator's fate was sealed—hunted down relentlessly until they met their demise and were laid to rest on the unforgiving earth.