Hero Knights Novels & Stories

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

But even with many knights charging on his way, Clad still notices who those two are. “Orlando and Vakar” “Clad… Volmar…” Gritting their teeth, the two recognized who that person was. Even Alex can’t help but be surprised that those three know each other. “It seems like you saved my time finding you all. Sadly, the other two generals are not here. “You insane young man, why did you come back? Do you think we will all let this pass by? With how much gold was placed on top of your head, do you think we would be cowards to run away and hide from a weak grandson of Conor?? ”

She was knocked back by the sudden impact. Leila lifted her eyes to see what she had run into. A tall, strong knight with a golden sword and shield was standing before her. His armor shone with a golden light under the bright, hot sun. Her flustered escape caused her to crash into the leader of a squadron of golden knights, ranked as golden dragons, patrolling under the direct command of the royals. Their glistening armor hurt Leila’s eyes. She had never seen anything like it; everything was gray and brown in her aunt’s house. She was amazed by this troop of men. The shield was emblazoned with a fierce dragon, as though it was vividly flapping its monstrous wings on the beautiful piece of we

The three strongest heroes in existence currently ……………………………………………………………………….. Hero Name: Apex Characteristics: Wise, strategic, and charismatic leader. Physical Features: Tall and imposing stature, with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Ranking: S-Rank Attributes: Exceptional strength, unmatched combat skills, and the ability to manipulate energy. Hero Name: Seraphina Characteristics: Compassionate, empathetic, and skilled healer. Physical Features: Graceful and elegant, with long flowing golden hair and gentle blue eyes. Ranking: S-Rank

“Why are you so certain?” “Because I got you four. You four are known as the might warriors of the whole kingdom. The Great Four Warriors. The blue dragon, black tiger, green tortoise, and red vermilion. Powerful spirit summoner, Prince Eric. The best scout, Kevin. Amazing animal wielder, Zachery. Last but not least one of the best swordsmanship, John. I mean we got the complete set. What is there to fear? Unless you doubt your powers of course.”

Every step, every strike, every dodge was calculated. He spotted the first wave of Knights advancing, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. His R8 brothers were scattered behind him, forming defensive flanks, snarling and baring teeth as the shapeshifters lunged at the advancing threat. *** From the terraces, some nobles and citizens watched with bated breath. Cheers erupted for Kael as he bested the first few Knights with lethal grace. Others still clutched their banners, hoping the heir apparent would fail and remind the kingdom of its King’s iron will.

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

Dom! The doors fell and a squad of red knights heavily armed irrupted in the room tackling me down in the process. Their spears embraced in fire aiming at me from all directions. "Hrgh!" "My lord! We´ll deal with this ungrateful dog at once! Just give us the order!" Herion was dragged out of his trance. After a deep sigh, he put away his sword and walked to where the empty flask was. "Captain, for the moment, take a look at this"

I hardly pay attention to their weird names and their designation in Viktor's council but the last one catches my attention. "I am Hercules, My Princess and I am the chief of the Kihomara Army."The young handsome man barely in his mid twenties raise from his chair and walk to my side and before I can say something, he kneel in front of me offering his sword at my feet.I flinch away by his gallant act. "Please get up Hercules."I try to hide my shocked expressions.Unlike the others,he doesn't give me those negative vibes.He doesn't even look one of them or perhaps it is one of the illusions they play in front of outsiders.

His sword sliced through his opponent’s shoulders, the blood spurting to his face and clothes. “Are you okay?!” he said after the last soldier fell down. “I’m okay,” Ophelia said. “There are too many of them!” No matter how many they knocked down there was always more to replace them. Now that the smoke settled, it was easier to see who had the privilege of number. Merrick and Hero fought back to back, they were starting to get tired. Bernard was in the middle of the hall, and Garelt had his back. The rest of the knights were surrounded by at three opponents.