Heavy Knight Novels & Stories

Keyboard Overkill

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

the aged Hamilton said coldly as he raised his hand. "Ahhhh!" Henryk's subordinates were instantly gravely injured, utterly defenseless against Hamilton's overwhelming strength. This Fusion powerhouse was terrifying and merciless, annihilating the soldiers like mere ants. Boom! A devastating blow rippled outward, leaving a vast empty space before them. The world seemed to fall silent, unnervingly still. Henryk's expression turned grim as Renee dismounted and walked forward. "Do you think we can win, General Henryk?" Renee whispered. Henryk shook his head. "Princess Renee, flee as fast as you can when I engage him. Don’t look back. Ciawales is just ahead. Run with all your strength, and you m

Even the roof was blown away from the impact. I looked at the sky, and I could see lightning strike at intervals. Getting on my feet, I wiped off the blood trailing down my forehead to my eyes and used Rian’s vision to look closer. Kaltain was on what looked like a dark pegasus with his dark sword and pitch black armour all around his body and his hellhounds. All of them attacked Zeve together at such a speed so fast that it was difficult for me to keep track of the two. They were faster than the sparks that were being emitted when their swords clashed against one another.

Zera knew that because the young man was a werewolf, he preferred meat. "As I've said, my tools are in our house, because my parents and I are not ok because of what happened a month ago. We'll get in to get my tools," said Julian while his hand was on the table. Josh nodded, he knew Julian was a good hacker because his father used to have that passion until he became a policeman. "Right. That's better," Xanti said and ate. He looked at Josh's plate and saw the part he wanted so he took it but before he could put it on his plate, Josh immediately hit his hand. The others noticed what their leaders were doing and they started laughing.

His movements were incomparably slow, and the broom appeared extremely heavy. The second level of the stance realm involved lifting something light as if it were heavy! According to Wyverna's ancient martial arts records, the stance realm had three levels—Lifting Heavy as if It Were Light, Lifting Light as if It Were Heavy, and the No Self Phase! The historical record of King Xavier, the Hegemon King of Western Chivana, indicated that he wielded a weapon weighing around 80 kilograms. A single swing of his arm generated thousands of pounds of force, but the weapon in his hands appeared as light as a feather. That was the first level of the stance realm—lifting heavy objects as if they were li

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

With my eyes still close, I receive the call and press it on my ear, "Hello, who is that?" What I hear from the caller makes me jump out of my bed in horror. "I will be there in ten minutes. Could you please not let anyone get close to him?" Damn, where the hell is my key? I curse internally for not finding my motorcycle's key when I need it the most.