Heavy Knight Novels & Stories

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

The next morning, when I went to their hotel to say goodbye before going back to the Manor, Hugo gave me a small wooden crate wrapped in a delicate white cloth. “If push comes to shove, and your Kujo can’t keep them at bay, you will need to seal the access doors to the building.” “Only the doors? Cause those buildings have a zillion windows, too. Not to mention half the roof is gone.” “Only the doors to access it from the outside, including those tunnels you told me about. You’ll find all you need to do it in this box, along with the specific prayer to achieve it.” He winked at me, smiling. “No dark entity will dare to mess with the kind of light you would summon.” He left the crate in my ha

It only takes him a few seconds to land, his feet hits the concrete road beneath him with enough force to crack it. Fala is currently fighting with a knight just up ahead. Seeing that she has sustained injuries he tells her to regroup with Jolon and escape. As Fala retreats, Anubis looks at the knight's massive seven-foot-tall frame. Completely covered in plate armor holding a massive shield and a sword, it's clear that this thing is not human.

Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies. When the red-eyed deads will move it was too loud so obviously heark will reacted automatically as he was well-versed in the use of battle weapons as he had his dark secrets behind it all.He was determined to find Khez,despite of the darkness since he knew she was still alive and most of all he trust Khez more than anyone else. With more than 10 opponents,he immediately dodged every strike he really is well-versed as if he was born to be like this.

Only through some haphazard steps did Shifter66 manage to keep his mech on his feet and vaguely control his direction forward. As the boy further adapted to the mech's forward momentum, he found himself wild with joy. He could practically feel the wind whipping his mech as he casually broke through his personal speed record. Unfortunately he neglected one thing. His opponent hadn't been twiddling his thumbs. "Shifter66 eh, too bad you're piloting a light mech. My Groenig-Halman eat light mechs for breakfast." The player known as Triceratopssss boasted. He had the wins to back it up. KRH Heavy Industries' Groenig-Halman models offered a good balance between weight, energy and armor. They gene

The power he wielded was unmistakably martial knight heavyweight. Martial knight—just the thought of it was enough to drain them of hope. In The Dark World, those who reached the martial knight level were legends, standing at the very top of the hierarchy. Their own Hall Master had only just managed to reach the initial stage of martial knight three months back! "You think you can just show up and then run off?" Howard's voice echoed in their ears as they attempted their escape. Before one could even beg for his life, Howard's palm sent a shockwave that turned him into a mist of blood.

That alone indicated that Henry was far from ordinary. Bang! The two formidable forces collided violently, producing a loud boom as the residual energy scattered in all directions. Kurt felt an overwhelming force through his palm, causing his body to tremble slightly before being sent flying backward. He landed on the ground, but compared to him, Henry remained unfazed, standing firmly in place. With his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded the demeanor of a Grandmaster. Kurt's face darkened as he grumbled, "So you aren't a late-stage Grandmaster after all. You must be a peak-stage Grandmaster!"

Over the crest of the hill, headlights appear. Two. Then four. Then ten. Then twenty. A wall of light descends the ridge. The roar becomes deafening. It drowns out the whine of my Ducati. It drowns out the rain. The pack is here. I see the lead bike. It’s a massive black Harley. The rider is a giant in a shredded tactical vest. He rides with one hand on the bars and one hand holding a shotgun resting on his thigh. Drakon. He isn't alone.

"I'm not very sure. I didn't get to know much about them from anyone in the house.The men wore black suits and had a silver helmet type of sign on their chest as an emblem. Like,that of a Knight wearing his armour." "Well, then I guess I know who it is." I say. **********

What! Mortals? Going to hell? Yang Xiao almost choked with laughter when he heard those words. He was a firm materialistic person. He did not believe in God, mortals, or hell. "Aren't you also a mortal? Go to hell now!" Yang Xiao glared at him, held his Dragon's Wrath Sword, and rushed forward. Obviously, the Knights of the Holy Court were different from other knights in Europe. Not only were the Holy Knights of the Holy Court equipped with light armor for their guards, but even their mounts and horses were also equipped with good saddles and equipment that could cover an area of more than 80% of the horse's body.