Hyrule Knights Novels & Stories

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

He stood up slowly, still watching me. “You're Kael Everdeen,” he said. I just stared at him and didn't respond. He chuckled low. “So you're the one the so called Alpha Damon is most in fear of.” “What do you know about Damon?” I gritted my teeth. He didn’t answer but kust glanced at the dead creature bleeding out behind me. “Impressive. Not many make it through an encounter with a gravehowler.” “A what?” “That thing,” he nodded. “They hunt anything with blood. Especially blood that burns hotter than most.”

“Five years ago, I was a member of this pack, but when you all knew me, I thought I was human. Little did I know, the day I left, everything changed for me. I would like to properly introduce myself. My name is Neaera, and I am a hybrid.” One, just one second was all it took for chaos to erupt across the many faces that gathered on the field. Many were clearly angry, while others were simply confused. They were all talking with one another, but I couldn’t pick out one voice over all the rest to hear what was being said. No one was attacked, which was at least a good sign. I attempted to get everyone to settle down so I could explain, but no one would listen. Stryker stepped alongside me and

Thorn said, analyzing the situation, “Leave one side door open—the one in the kitchen. Just say the healer might need to leave to fetch some herbs. Take a man with you, hide yourselves well. I’ll join you soon.” Hugo nodded and quickly strode off. At the great hall of the prince castle, twelve dark knights, fully armored with kite shields and knightly swords, stood with pride and devotion for their prince. No one knew the true identities of the twelve onyx knights. Their order of chivalry was an odd mixture, made up of knights from all ranks. The existence of the order was a violation of the traditional rules themselves, and each member was personally chosen by Thorn. It was rumored that the

Harlequin voiced with conviction. ********* “The Valiant Knight, Valencia, I proclaim you as the impenetrable castle that will protect the east of my domain. And on the west stands the Unyielding Knight, Dodou. The knights that will fight for the king, the Dauntless Soldier, Thomas, and the Gallant Soldier Holter, honor this proclamation. The Exuberant Mage, Lalia and Holy Priest Yahya, I proclaim you as the bishops who shall rain blessings on my domain. Oh races that represents the strength of this Island, the powerful and the brave that will stand by my side until defeating the evil that threatens this world, will you sign a temporary contract and let me own your soul from this moment till

"Let go of me this instant!" "I, Raphael Grace, The Hybrid King, accept you, Cinzia Aetos, as the mate sent by the goddess Selene. I promise to do as I desire with you. I swear on the river Styx and by my father, Zeus, the god of the sky!" The heavens thundered, and I saw a lightning flash in his eyes briefly before he pushed me away from him. What had just happened? He swore and accepted me as his mate?! Raphael strode away from me as though I was a piece of trash.

as she tugged at the sleeve of a hycwen before swinging herself upon its arm and saying, "Catch me" The other hycwen thrashed his club in the open palm of the one holding her. The hycwen that got hit, howled in pain as it proceeded to kick its friend by swinging its foot but falling down when it lost balance. "Stupid creatures" muttered the girl as her fingers curled around the large blade that she retrieved from the pockets of the hycwen that held the club. She pierced the blade through its neck as the remaining two-eyed her with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Malric’s hydra, a fusion of every weaver’s wrath Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia loomed, its threads weaving a cage of deceit around Kade, Selene, Lucas, and Bryan, their love battered by accusations of cheating and disloyalty. Her mother’s scream “Forgive me!” echoed, her spark a fleeting ally against Malric’s manipulation, now trapped in the hydra’s grasp. The abyss churned, a battlefield of snapping threads and splintered light, the shattered star’s pulse a relentless war drum, demanding a reckoning for their fractured trust.

However, such an equalization relied on the sacrifice of these believers and might not guarantee success. After all, the combat prowess of the Holy Illuminati's holy knights and holy warriors was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. In addition to possessing the strength of pre-Sanctuary and Sanctuary level, they had a significant advantage in equipment. The enchanted gear they wore made it nearly impossible for an ordinary person to inflict any damage with a mere blade. Engaging in battle with ordinary believers against holy knights would be akin to a death sentence. Even with an army of 200 thousand, it was uncertain whether they could defeat a thousand holy knights, given the overwh

Seeing their Alpha lying there, instantly made the remaining warriors of The Silver Moon Pack all run away, leaving Harrison alone there now. Seeing himself alone now, really immediately made Harrison desperate, and began to feel that his death would be closer now. In addition, the warriors of The Bloodlust Moon Pack who were all there and survived, began to surround Harrison, and prevented him from running away, or doing anything bad to Elijah and Lucia there now. As for Lucia, she began to let her hybrid soul take over. Lucia opened her palms wide, and at that moment a red light emerged from inside her palms there. Lucia did not even take her sharp eyes off Harrison who was trying to stand