Hive Knights Novels & Stories

They are skilled in strategy for war and a sword chi in the fight, they enter the enemy realm and slowly poison the soldiers. - Isn't this too risky? - Yes, but this is the path they have chosen. - Unfortunate! But go on. - They wait for their enemies to grow weak, some have died and others grow weak to fight. In this kingdom there is a garden, which grows one every month. In the garden they found the flower Péro, a red flower with a weak blue stem, but the flower is poisonous. There is no king there but queens, when a queen marries her husband does not become king, and if in the marriage union has children man and woman are the women who becomes king, even if she is the last to be born.

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

He summoned his loyal bodyguard whom he had never shown to anyone. "Karura! Finish that three-headed dragon!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka shouted. Karura; the Garuda descendant warrior devoted to the old hermit; Ki Janggan Nayantaka. He flapped his white wings. His body was upright like a human. But his whole body was covered with white feathers. He wore silver armor that was the heirloom of Lord Vishnu. Karura carried a silver sword in his left hand and a silver shield in his right. "I will definitely slash the throats of all dragons!" Karura swung his sword.

In the capital of Naturi, the mass murder of several families was being carried out by the royal knights. "P-please forgive us. What did we do wrong?" A man and woman were crawling backwards with their two small children. In front of them was a knight in full pledge armor. "Your only mistake is because you are the citizens of Panthera," said the knight, and he slaughtered them to death. Outside, the man who was the head of the family fell to his knees as soon as he was stabbed in the stomach with Adriel's sword.

I felt Athena pressing closer to the surface of my consciousness as we approached. ‘Justice today,’ she growled, her anticipation a hot coal in my chest. ‘Blood for blood.’ The herald's staff struck the floor three times, the sound echoing through the vast chamber beyond. "His Royal Majesty, Alpha King Lukas Volkov, and Her Royal Majesty, Luna Queen Amelia Volkov."

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

They served. The High Mother stood at the head of the spiral, her feet in the water, her hands raised in invocation. “You were taken in salt. You were born in salt. You will die for salt,” she intoned. Each Knight raised a weapon—hooked blades, barnacle-crusted spears, tridents laced with venom extracted from drowned saints. Their armor clinked and moaned, alive with the whisper of tidal spirits. The Drowned Seers spoke behind her, their words like the weight of the sea crushing skulls:

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

She brought her hand to the side and thin gust of the wind cut through the neck of the beast that was stalking behind Barbie. Clive held his broad sword, Clover, with fire licking on its blade. Kieran was holding his spear. Lucian clenched on a broad leaf-shaped sword with black hilt and symbols of his name engraved on the silver blade. One thing they knew. Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch.

"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