Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

“A compliment? Oh it is a Merry Christmas.” I stared at her. Fought the twitch at the corner of my mouth and lost. Insufferable woman. “There they are!” Knight’s voice boomed as he sauntered into the garage, shirtless and carrying a wine bottle by the neck like a damn trophy. I took in his face, the flush in his cheeks and the glassiness in his eyes. Just alcohol, then. In that case he could handle himself. “Goldie locks, I’ve got something for you,” Ghost called, breezing in with a jacket slung over his left shoulder, a helmet tucked under his other arm. Both were black with blood red accents that matched the bike.

Terry spit out as quickly as he could, wincing in pain. Jackson had to close his eyes. He didn't want to lose it either. Over the years, he had killed several men. Hopefully all bad men, he would tell himself. But these men never did anything directly to him. They had been tyrants, warlords and the scum of the earth, but they had never harmed anyone he loved. Now he was staring at the back of Terry's head. A man who DID harm someone he loved. Someone he would gladly give his life for. His baby. And he couldn't fucking end him right then. Where's the justice in that?

I need to hurry. As I was barely on time, I was running towards the lift and suddenly I bumped into a hard wall. Wait... wall doesn't wear suits, do they? I just look upward, from seeing the suit and the material I felt, I can tell it must have worth a fortune and the logo on the pocket confirmed it for me. I slowly looked up and saw the greyest eyes I have ever seen in my life... They are staring at me with rage...'what have I done?' and who is this man with so beautiful grey eyes? I was staring and he was getting angrier. I should apologize before he turns into a grey hulk. So I quickly said what I can.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

Documentation circulated confirming calculated persecution, manufactured evidence, predetermined judgments, deliberate exploitation. Justice approached with inevitable progression illuminated through transformed awareness beyond institutional comprehension. The Grand Inquisitor awaited confrontation addressing specific crimes against House Dawnblade and countless others. Systematic corruption required correction beyond particular accountability while maintaining essential connection between universal principle and individual implementation. The Shadow Knight moved toward final reckoning with cosmic purpose beyond personal satisfaction, the Oracle's warning providing valuable guidance regardi

Bright furrowed his eyebrows. “I mean was it in your knowledge?” Bright’s face relaxed. He knew exactly why Knight was asking that. “Why? Because I saw such a thing and stayed silent without doing anything? Should I have gotten into the ring like you and won some prizes?” He grabbed his temple, “ hah! Knight you are a ruthless killer now, why does something like that bothers you?” His voice grew sarcastic, “ if you can’t take this much how are you going to manage staying in Likvidators? Because it’s much worse than you think.”

"I must go. I can feel them on the ground." As Kieran was opening the door, Jucel called out to him in a small voice. "Don't call me that any longer. I am Jucel Greyn, a warrior of Sarania who became a Demetri. Let me live with that." Kieran Lornn smiled and closed the door behind him.

Who the hell was this girl, and what the fuck happened to my sweet little sister? “I don’t see Red anywhere. In fact, it looks like you traded him in for a Graycort,” Matty sneered at me. “Higher up on the food chain, but not nearly as good as me.” He really didn’t know who she was. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Matty’s got a point, Angelcakes. If you wanted a Graycort, all you had to do was ask one of us. We would have been happy to oblige you.”

“Ronnie will get mad at me!” “I-I didn’t mean to do it,” reasoned a flustered Jude. “You kept taking the gun away from me and ended up shooting him!” While the two were bickering on whose fault it was and who should take the blame, Gray commanded her legs to move. Glancing at Undertaker behind her, he had already turned pale. His face was frozen as he stood still with his bloodied hand still in his chest. Even as Gray slowly inched away from the door, he didn’t follow her with his eyes. Maybe he couldn’t.

He summoned his loyal bodyguard whom he had never shown to anyone. "Karura! Finish that three-headed dragon!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka shouted. Karura; the Garuda descendant warrior devoted to the old hermit; Ki Janggan Nayantaka. He flapped his white wings. His body was upright like a human. But his whole body was covered with white feathers. He wore silver armor that was the heirloom of Lord Vishnu. Karura carried a silver sword in his left hand and a silver shield in his right. "I will definitely slash the throats of all dragons!" Karura swung his sword.