Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

At least she’d have me a little closer when I was far away. I was still looking when I bumped into someone. My forehead slammed against a jaw so hard it sent a sharp jolt of pain up my skull. “What the hell? Who walks around with a jaw that feels like granite?” I grunted, clutching my forehead. When I looked up to apologize, the words froze in my throat. I locked gazes with stormy gray eyes… familiar gray eyes. Justice’s eyes. His features were undeniable, but something was off—he was dressed in an expensive Versace t-shirt, well-fitted jeans, and polished boots. Justice had never owned clothes like that.

''Have you finally moved on from your humiliation in our last war? This position was familiar with the battle at Hearth. Ryder had also cornered Grey in their laboratory. Grey wasn't yet a fighter or a conjurer back then, just a normal scientist who only knew how to wield science and technology. That was why Ryder decided that he wouldn't kill him. He diverted his focus on the Shadows that Hearth released. However, Grey took advantage of Ryder's soft heart back then. He summoned Absinthe and the rest was history. ''You're provoking the wrong people. You should be telling that to your bosses,'' Leison answered.

They had the split-second warning from their mentor to duck, in which all three Knights dove for the ground, Sophia taking Anouk with her, positive he couldn’t react as fast as they could before a giant sword flew over the place where their necks would have been and slammed into a tree. Another rogue Knight appeared, standing on the sword, critiquing the group of Knights on the ground in front of him. The lower half of his face was covered with a cloth mask and he wore camouflage armbands, striped pants, and no shirt. The strappings of his sword’s sheath formed an ‘X’ on his chest. “Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of th

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

Grey had never spoken magic to her and it was quite odd knowing he practiced magic. "I know you don't believe me, but that was the only reason. He was slowly posing a threat to the pack and the moment father gave the order, I knew that he needed to be killed, for the betterment of this pack." Hercules held her hands. "I would never do anything to hurt your mate intentionally. As a matter of fact, Grey was a good man, but he had a sinister motive. I needed my pack to be safe. You have to understand me." May had tears flowing down her cheeks.

My vision, which my Lycan state had blurred, slowly returned to normal. As we struggled to regain our composure, more city soldiers appeared on the scene and began guiding survivors away from the blast site. Meanwhile, a group of elite knights had gathered near the underground tunnel entrance, pulling out a figure I recognized as the man who had met with the girls. The man took off his brown Arcane Library robe, which was tattered and covered in dirt. As he removed it, we could see that he was wearing a black hunter uniform underneath, identical to the one worn by Corbin Hawk. The uniform was adorned with various badges and patches, indicating his rank and experience as a hunter.

Thunder cracked above the broken towers of the demon palace. Jacquiem, the last surviving knight of the holy purge, was dragged across the obsidian floor, bloodied but defiant. Chains clinked around his wrists. Behind him, two horned sentries shoved open the throne room doors and threw him forward like a discarded offering. Prince Valcoz lounged on his obsidian throne, naked to the waist, silver hair wet from battle, lean muscle slick with blood and rain. His gleaming red eyes narrowed, not in anger. Not disdain.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

Ones that in an era of modern weaponry and gadgets were serious weaknesses. As the torch cut through the first bar, he moved quickly to the next one. The protector in him screamed for the chance to tear Caitlyn’s kidnapper limb from limb, but that task was assigned to Jay and his team, with Dex and his Knight 2 group providing support, as well as serving as a distraction. His task was to find her, then make a hasty escape.