Hive Knights Novels & Stories

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

” Lydia rolled her eyes and her impatience was getting frustrating to behold. ”Her cousin, Raven, killed her own father and apparently comes from the very first vampire king in existence. Meaning she’s powerful as fuck. But,” Lydia waited for a beat and eventually continued, concern written all over her face. ”She hates the Knights.” ”I know that,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest. Lydia slowly shook her head, her eyes brimming with worry. ”It was a knight that turned Malia and apparently, they’ve been looking for revenge ever since. Raven is the only one that still cares for her cousin, the others see her as an abomination.”

Kael didn't look pleased, but he nodded. Moments later we were climbing the northern battlements. The storm hit us immediately, freezing wind and blinding snow, and the fortress stretched below with thousands of wolves preparing for battle. Archers lined the walls, warriors gathered in the courtyard, the entire pack stood ready. Then I saw them. My breath caught. The Hollow Kings. Five figures stood beyond the gates, only five, and somehow that was worse, far worse. They wore black armor that seemed forged from darkness itself, silver crowns resting upon their heads, their faces appearing almost human, almost. Their eyes glowed with pale moonlight, ancient, merciless, immortal.

It wasn’t my place to ask about her relationship with Alpha Dante, but from what I’d seen, I could tell it was very strained. Queen Scarlett was powerful, from a line of powerful alphas. But so was Alpha Dante. From what I knew, they were taking a break. She went to the mountains, where her ancestral pack was located, and she’s been there for a while. Which is why this meeting is super important to me. She chose me for this job and I cannot afford to fail her, or everything will be in vain. Plus, I doubt she’d give me her blessings to marry Ryker when he eventually gets rid of Morgana.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I mumbled. "End of discussion," Katrina declared. "Buffy and Helena, take Cáel to the Men's room and get him cleaned up and presentable. I need the ****, ****, and **** to stay behind. We have much to discuss." What did I get out of that little exchange? Buffy and Helena weren't part of the real Havenstone, Desiree was and the fact that naming status positions 'charioteer', 'archer' and 'shield maiden' in Old Kingdom Hittite only confirmed my worst fears.

“Oh there you are. What's the reason for this sudden morning walk, my love?” Hireath asked Malakai. “I'm so sorry for making you worry about me this early in the morning. I just couldn't sleep so I decided to go clear my head. Pardon my manners, my love, let me formally introduce you to our guest. His name is Hector, Alpha of the Halo clan.” “Hector, meet my charming and adorable wife, queen Hireath of the Lycan pack.” Malakai smiled as he introduced Hireath to Hector.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire. Was he really protecting her all along? He was acting like an older brother to her; one who can’t bear to watch her get hurt, not even the slightest. But why would he do that? He doesn’t even know her. And maybe she mistook his actions for something else and now because of that, they had to end things this way.

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h