Hyrule Knights Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor. The remaining riders rallied, lances leveled. Steel rang as they charged, hooves churning earth. Vera backed toward the boulder, chanting again, channels of starlight snaking outward. One rider’s steed reared, sprayed snow, then collapsed in sudden collapse; the next knight yanked at his own helm, swaying. Three mounted knights remained. They wheeled, cutting her off from the gate. Vera licked her lips, breath ragged. She pressed the fang to her palm, closing her eyes and summoning the memory of Ember Hollow’s awakening:

Zyros ignored me, dragging me across the hall, his grip unrelenting. "STOP! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!" I thrashed against him, trying to pry his hand away, but he was too strong. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he tightened his grip, forcing my head back as pain shot through my scalp. "I told you, mate," he said, his voice dark and smooth, "we’re just getting started." The large doors to the main hall swung open with a loud creak, and the moment we stepped outside, all the pack members froze. A tense silence filled the air as all eyes landed on me—being dragged across the ground like some prisoner. My stomach dropped. Damien—or Zyros—threw me onto the hard ground. My knees scraped against the

He asked the Hydra "Gavin and Louis have not yet returned your Majesty, and Pete is with the younger Tydrons.” He explained. The King shifted his head slightly, "and how are the Tydrons?" He asked. Hydra Reye smiled nodding, "They are big," he replied with a slight chuckle. The Tydrons were the only other species of Hydra in the dragon army. Born three years before the birth of the golden dragon, they had grown incredibly. [A/N-If you are a new reader I suggest you read chapter 5 in book 1 on all the types of dragons in the camp]

It hums, whispering secrets only I can hear. My gaze shifts to the book resting atop the altar, its leather cover worn from centuries of use. Bound in the flesh of those who dared defy my ancestors, its pages hold the key to everything I desire. Flipping it open, I find the passage I seek—the Ancient Transfer Ritual. "The power of the hybrid will be mine." The words taste like victory on my tongue. I skim through the ritual, reading every detail with unwavering focus. The process is simple—drain her, consume her essence, and take what should have been mine all along. But there’s a problem.

Weird affff. It might be because of my powers I guess. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Halflings:- They are complete humans till they turn 23. No powers, just complete human except for the times when their body senses any demon nearby them. Their bodies gives them sufficient amount of power to defend themselves against the demons for the time being. The halflings don't have enough powers until 23, but when they get full control of their powers after their potus is fully developed chances are, they can be more powerful than an actual complete satangel.

she gently explained, half-agreeing with him in a way that would make him want to agree with her too, regardless of whatever he might have actually heard. Without having to be asked twice, as Hurai stepped to the side to let him in, Allen stepped in. But Allen had only stepped in when Hurai suddenly recalled a very small and important detail that she seemed to have overlooked in her rush to open the door and ask him to come in. Allen her knight was a wolf and a powerful one at that. Kal was a Vampire, and although they didn’t particularly have any lingering smells as wolves did, knights like him were trained to notice their presence, absence and even track them.

Arai became silent. The Knights were now being prepared in great detail by the Emperor. So many Knights who mastered and had the ability for ranged attacks were quickly recruited as a team. “Has the Emperor found a way to fight the Wyverns?” asked Arai at last. "Mages. We got help from the West Continent. Crown Prince Heinrich Hyacinth offered his assistance and his personal Elite Mages," Caitlyn said then. Caitlyn explained what was discussed at the meeting that day, and after she said it, she saw Arai thinking in silence.

From within came the faint echo of laughter—distant, patient, familiar. Mia drew her sword. “This ends now.” The fissure split wider, the ground trembling. Shadows poured out, forming shapes—dozens of them, humanoid but incomplete. Fragments of the Rogue King, each a sliver of his will. Damian barked orders. “Circle formation! Protect the core!” The Hybrids moved as one, blades and elements igniting in a flash of power. Fire met shadow, and lightning carved through mist. The air filled with the clash of energy and screams of things that shouldn’t exist.

The sadistic laughter of the soldiers who carried out the sentence was engraved in my mind, and I loathed it. “I told you it’s not just rumors! The king’s siblings and cousins are here. I hear his aunt is too,” Sienna whispered urgently in my ear. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrots and turned to face her. A few days ago, something shocking had circulated. One of the king’s brothers, Prince Samyl, was dead—not just any death, but a gruesome one. Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family.

I wonder why he is on his phone so early in the morning. “Hey, ro, who are you talking to?” I asked him. But he didn’t answer me. “Oh, he pussy whipped.” I rolled my eyes. I shook my head at my dumbass brother, Austin. He is the lovesick puppy one, but if you get on his bad side, you'd better be prepared for some hell coming when you get him angry. Dustin is the serious and smart one, but he can be dangerous too, just like Austin. Don’t let their smiles fool you. And as for me, I am the strong one. I say what goes. My brothers and I are the kings of this kingdom. What we say goes. Everyone knows that.