Hero Knights Novels & Stories

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

In the past, I used to be scrawny and lanky with a lot of acne on my face, so I was often the target of bullying by the other students in my class. However, Randell would always stand up for me and protect me every time the kids picked on me. Once, I got heavily pranked at school. Someone balanced a bucket of water on top of the door. When I pushed the door open and walked in, the bucket tipped over and poured cold water all over my head and my body. At that time, Randell had grabbed the person who played the prank on me and threw him to the floor before beating him up. And after that incident, I began tailing Randell wherever he went, all the way from middle school to high school.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

The whole started to get ready to move out, the camp only leave about a hundred knights in the camp to keep guard of the camp and the baron, while the other has left the camp, and move out to ambush the caravan. Though the sheer number that Knight Captain Jack was seemingly overboard, it's actually wasn't considering who they up against. The famous High Knight Lucas, the general of the royal knight of Alemia nation, who's also known as Lucas the Golden Strike, his fame was well known for being undefeated in any bout he has ever get into. He was also part of the reason why the noble coalition wasn't able to breakthrough the capital city. Not to mention, the Prince Amariss himself, who is the

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.

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

I was really confused to whatever was happening around me, what the hell and who are these people? It felt like someone answered my prayer because a man came up to us, he does not look like a dangerous man at all. “I’m glad you’re safe,” He said. “I’m Ares.” “What do you want from me?” I said. “Who were those guys who wanted to abduct me? And who are you?” “I understood that you’re confused,” He said. “But don’t be.” “How could I not?” I said. “This whole thing is making me crazy, make me understand.”

As the battle for Arcadia raged violently as the Knights of the Sky Raiders fought the possessed remains of the Silver Hammer. Khorn and many other knight companies fought fiercely against their ancient enemy as they slowly pushed forward. With each step they took many knights fell to the demon's trickery and their vile blood magics. "STAND WITH ME BROTHERS WE FIGHT IN THE NAME OF THE DREAMERS AND FOR REQUIEM, CHARGE!" Khorn roared.