Heavy Knight Novels & Stories

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No matter how high the light ascended or how thick the blade light was, it was still shaped like a blade. “This is why using a hammer is advantageous in times like these,” Keira muttered with Komfo Anokye nodding his head in assent. Keira was a Weapon Master who knew her identity. Unlike Mane who was a half-baked representation of their race, Keira could use every and any weapon, and her storage ring had every kind of weapon in it. If she was the one facing Dracula right now, she would have resorted to using a hammer. The aura manifested by a hammer covered more ground than a blade could ever cover. “Even if he could use a hammer, he would not,” Dragon King Bast muttered. For the first time

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

The reinforced steel door of the King's transport snapped off its hinges before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop. Kaelen stepped out into the smoke. His massive six-foot-five frame was poured into a raw, terrifying aura of absolute, unhinged territorial conquest that made the surrounding valley trees violently shake. His raven hair was wild, his black military uniform covered in the grease of his engine bays, and his silver eyes were completely gone, replaced by a blinding, murderous gold that glowed like twin stars through the haze. He held his massive royal broadsword in his right hand, the silver blade humming with an earth-shaking vibration that promised a continental slaught

In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its edge crackling with black anti-magic lightning. Fifty yards away stood Lord Kaelen, the ancient founder of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf Dynasty. Kaelen was a terrifying titan of a shifter. He was almost seven feet tall and his huge form was clad in overlapping plates of ancient star-iron and crimson dragon-scales. His back sprouted four huge dragon wings made of living, solid blood-red flame, scorching the very air around him. His hair was long and threaded with silver wire, his eyes burned like twin dying stars. In his hands was The Sun-Shatterer, a gargantuan two-handed broadsword forged from the core of a fallen star.

Why I haven't noticed him yet. OMG! he looks like a Greek god. He has grey eyes with perfect sharp jaw lines. Fair colour with 1 day old stubble. He was looking hell like handsome. He was taller than me. I have a decent height but he was taller than me maybe 6 or so. And his body is just something that you can't ignore. Perfect muscles, not too big or not too small. And from his shirt you can see his toned muscle and steel wall like chest which must be having 6 or 8 packs abs. Oh I just want to see them.

Sword-saint said coldly and the temperature of the room seemed to drop a few degrees “Sword-saint, do you know the meaning of what you just said?” White-haired predator asked in shock “Your majesty, I think I have an idea.” Thousand-nights Predator who had been silent the whole time suddenly spoke up and a soft sigh escaped the King’s lips “Speak up Thousand-nights.” The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator

I clicked on it, his face came on screen as well as other information. Kai Blackthorn. Alpha Heir. Rank 1. Height: 190cm. Weight: 80kg. Scout Team: Team Alpha. Position: Central Assault Unit. Role: Core Breach My vision blurred for a minute, I didn't need to fully understand soldier terms but I knew being in the central unit meant you were one of the main teams, and even worse his role was at the core. He was in the middle. At the heart of it. At the place where everything had fallen apart.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

The next second, they slipped from his fingers and hit the floor. There, in the fading sunset light, a black steel behemoth rolled through the gate—even bigger than before, even more menacing. It was longer. Taller. Covered in scales of reactive armor. And on its roof, a turret slowly rotated—the thick barrel gleaming with a cold, deadly light in the dying sun. Behind it... No Keith pickup. No Wolf Pack bikes. Nothing. "Shit..." Brady's legs went weak. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to put it together. Keith and his men were all dead.