Hero Knights Novels & Stories

He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

Now he doubts what happened in this game is because of a bug. Leon hesitantly wielded his sword, but he wasn't sure this many cobras would be able to be eradicated with a sword. Nor was Hercules a god who was good at playing music if there was a flute here. Leon thought for a moment. But wait, he is now Hercules, for the sake of the strongest god on earth. He's no longer the handsome Adonis.

Kaen POV We step through the first gate and came to a huge empty room there were 9 kinds of armour from different kingdoms. They each stood on a platform with their names displayed. I recognize all of them, they are the 9 knights that sacrifice themselves to protect the Messiah which brought the end to the War of the Gods. Behind them was the second gate... I turned to Hikaru and exchanged a serious glance which soon turned into a confident one. Let's do this. Gate 1

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

I don't remember seeing him around much often when I was a kid, but on the times he was around, he had been my rock and had always kept me steady. While my father believed a true leader never breaks, my uncle had taught me that it was okay to care about others, even if it means they don't care for you. I believe uncle Jeremy is one of the few reasons I was able to keep my soul intact with my body. Or else, father would have sucked it out of me. The last person on the council is Sir Hunder Bowman, a great knight, otherwise known as the Night Sword. He had been one of the four horsemen of the war and his reputation earned him a great deal of respect and a seat on the council as the ultimate kn

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

The brothers are at the temple, where below are all the knights, already in their armour, ready for war. Laughter roars in the air in response to Kieran’s joke. “Who would stand with us to tell these people with blood that we are unstoppable? Who would stand with us to show that we are not to be fucked up? Who would stand with us to show them that we are the strongest pack ever?!” Kieran scream out loud and everyone roars along with him. After he’s done with the speech, Chester runs over to join the brothers. “What was that wave that happened earlier?”

Her exquisitely horrid, decaying ancient body and her unrepentant, cunning mind were brewing a strategy, figuring out full well that his companions didn't have any inkling about her unconscious captive. Cornelius declared, “Leo was somewhat comely. He looked the part to be certain. But the one thing that stood out to me was his sheer height. He was head and shoulders above all the other knights. And he fought like a ghoul. He is a powerful warrior chief and we need him. His army of knights looked upon him as a hero, after all the man was rather the champion they needed him to be. A force to be reckoned with if you ask me. Perfect for the job.”

And for two years, she had watched him look past her, his heart belonging to someone else. “Liam, cover left!” she called, snapping back to command as three knights closed in. Liam nodded briskly, ducking under a sweeping blade and countering with a fierce upward slash that sent one enemy flying. His motions were clean, practiced, almost mechanical. The Dark Knight commander stepped forward — a towering figure clad in blackened armor, his eyes completely black beneath his helmet “You are too late” he hissed, his voice a hollow rasp.