Heavy Knight Novels & Stories

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Even on his mission of peace, Andric knew it was prudent that he travel fully armed. Holding the blade in a ready but non-threatening manner, he gazed into the darkness that had fallen around him. Kyran remained remarkably calm. When a few more crunching sounds reached his ears he stood up slowly, blade at his side. A moment later a large figure stepped out of the darkness into the circle of light from his fire. In the flickering light it was unsettling. A towering, well-muscled figure with very broad shoulders and arms of impressive size, dressed in heavy leathers and carrying a large sword in one hand. His wide, thick neck was covered in smooth, dark brown hair, atop which was a distinctiv

They carved toward the far tunnel, each step dragging them closer. A horn blared, deep and resonant, vibrating in the stone. The soldiers pulled back—only to part their ranks. Kaelen’s stomach turned cold. A figure stepped forward from the shadows. Not a soldier, not even fully human. Armor black as night clung to its form, helm shaped like a wolf’s skull. A greatblade rested across its shoulders, runes glowing faintly along the steel. The air itself seemed to recoil from it. Mira whispered, “A deathknight.”

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

The bond was a tranquil but fiercely protective current, wired directly into his radiating satisfaction. Killian rode a half-step behind me, his massive frame a towering monument of dark, battle-tested muscle. His silver-mesh armor gleamed under the fresh morning light, though it still bore the dark, dried copper stains of the mercenary vanguard he had systematically reaped. His claymore was sheathed at his hip, but his amber eyes remained completely swallowed by the pitch-black void of his feral wolf, his dark scent of cedar and copper flaring intensely across the path, forcing the gathering noble delegations at the inner gates to instinctively bow their heads in submission.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

It was vastly superior to the rusted iron pipe he had carried through the Sump, and lightyears ahead of the heavy, inaccurate rifle Rook had given him. He slung it over his shoulder, the familiar, comforting weight settling against his back. He felt like a piece of his soul had been returned to him. Leo reached into the locker and pulled out a massive, reinforced chest piece. It was "Juggernaut" class heavy assault armor, designed for point-blank breaching operations. It was the only piece of armor large enough to fit his immense frame. He strapped it on over his dirty tank top. He looked like an indestructible wall of black steel.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Because of this, he met the same fate as Alpha Trent. I reach the next pack, the Shadow Blade Pack. There are lit torches everywhere. I see a lot of pack members are enslaved and malnourished. They are all forced to create daggers and swords. The smoke from their forging ruins their lungs as they cough while working. I confront Alpha Harrid about his pack, and he welcomes me with a sword. He tries to kill me but fails. After a few seconds, his body lays lifeless on the ground. I free his pack members ordering them to stop working and rest. While in Alpha Harrid’s office, I find a dagger with a moon design on its handle and take it as a souvenir. I tell the Shadow blade pack that they will ne

"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. ...