Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

''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

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.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

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.

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.

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Drops of spit followed each word he spewed, flying out of his mouth and pouring down on the poor waiter's forehead. "You may be a newcomer, so pay attention, chicken face. We are the Independent States Knights. Our job is to protect your wretched lives, and the very least you can do for us is feed us. So let me be clear about something... If you show me that dumb pen and paper the next time I come here, I'll shove them so far into your face that your..." Alicia's line of sight was abruptly blocked by the green tea guy. He was a few meters away from her, looking the knights down. A huge sack was strapped to his back, which Alicia had not seen before; perhaps he had put it beside him while sip

In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning. Grayson, though, was calm. With a slight turn of his face, he evaded the other’s fist. Thus, Jean’s fist met the doorframe and he ended up wincing in pain. “Oh?” His sly analyzing eyes stared at Grayson as he blew on his knuckles. “Trained for combat?” “Ninth dan black belt, kickboxing champion, and longsword champion.” Grayson listed humbly. Jean stared at him before dropping his fist, feeling like a buffoon.