Heavy Knight Novels & Stories

the Kea says, and four massive men with bulging muscles march into the hall with their heads held high. I sink down in my chair as my eyes slide over them. The first two and the last look very similar, with their sand-colored skin, muscular bodies, and brown hair, but the third looks vastly different. While the other three from Cok are huge and muscular, the Hassin is like a boulder. A bronze metallic boulder. If one of them were to hit me...I would die instantly. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice.

"Beware of his hidden weapon." "We are going to fight, and then cut the bullsh*t! Trash, watch out, I will show no mercy." The killing desire was gathering on Ding Hao's face. The moment he finished his words— Phew! Phew! Phew! Ding Hao raised his hands, and then four cold lights, at the same time, turned into silver lightning and shot toward four black knights who rushed over first. "Ah…" "Puff..." "No..." "Er..." There were almost four screams at the same time.

He carried a pair of massive war hammers. He was a double-Gifted fighter, both speed and strength-enhanced. Within Ark Two, he ranked ninth among their top ten champions. The explosive muscles on his body were powerful enough to crush a human skull with a mere squeeze. His iron-like arms swung both hammers forward like falling meteors, smashing straight toward Hayley. A confident grin spread across his face. He was certain that he would crush her into a bloody smear in the next second. Hayley watched the giant rushing toward her. She lifted her wrist slightly and slowly clenched one hand into a fist.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

He looked like he'd just been struck in the head as he froze on the spot in a daze. However, a short while later, he recollected his wits and immediately hopped onto a nearby motorcycle to find me. Leon saw what he was doing and quickly went up to stop him. "You're going to be at a great risk of dying if you just rush in like this!" Yet, Vernon's eyes were full of deadset determination. He tightly gripped the handlebars on the motorcycle and said in a deep, powerful voice, "I would willingly die for her." So, Vernon braved the wave of bullets coming his way and charged forward on the bike.

"Don't celebrate just yet." "Ha! Can you take on the Spiritual Energy Devourer? The Great Will created it just to take down mighty heroes like you. You have no choice but to just await your fate! The Spiritual Energy Devourer shall feed on all of you, which will only make it stronger," Kolton laughed wildly. Just then, Wilbur put away Dark Disperse before taking out the historical halberd. This was a weapon that weighed over a hundred thousand kilograms, a terrifying weapon that had been forged after thousands of years of cultivation.

She chirped and his brows furrowed. "For what?" "To train here of course," She beamed. "Your brothers let you?" "Hunter sent Kevin with me as my bodyguard. He'll train here with me. And Dad permitted me, if it was up to Hunter he would've never let me go," She mused and he glanced at the guy. Hunter had praised this guy for his amazing skills in fighting. He was among the top ten fighters at the moon pack. And he was just a new trainee. "King," Kevin greeted curtly as Lennox tipped his head.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

I felt him before I saw him. The air seemed to thicken, growing heavier in my lungs. Power—older, rougher—rolled into the hall like a storm front. “Alpha Kael Draven,” the herald announced, suddenly less loud. “Commander of the Blackthorn War Pack.” Whispers hissed along the servant line. *The Bastard Alpha.* *The Butcher of Blackthorn.* *He rips rogues apart for sport—bare‑handed.* He was taller than Lucian, broader through the shoulders, built like the mountains surrounding our lands. His armor was a matte black that drank in the light, scarred and dented, not decorative. No jewels. Just hard, worn metal and leather that had seen real war.