Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

Arya Santanu quipped with a mocking smile. "So you killed him? I wonder how you did it." Jaka Bamantara smiled slyly. "Maybe like this!" Arya Santanu appeared suddenly behind Jaka Bamantara who changed places with a lightning-fast movement. His body turned into red lightning and shot as fast as light towards Jaka Bamantara. But the speed of the red lightning was still below Aji Sangkala's white lightning. It took more than just hard training to reach Aji Sangkala who was nicknamed the White Lightning or Lord of Sacred Fire.

"Blackthorn instructed him to target Mr. Knight." James shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed, his jaw clenching at the mention of his attacker's name. "We also interrogated Blackthorn; he confessed," Officer Brooks added. "Because Mr. Knight changed his mind at the last minute and refused to donate his blood to Emma Frost, Blackthorn developed a hatred for Mr. Knight, seeking revenge." My wolf stirred beneath my skin, her emerald eyes narrowing with suspicion. The story sounded rehearsed, too convenient. "He hired a human to run him down to ensure he would suffer and miss the Crystal Competition," the officer explained. "He stated he wanted Mr. Knight to experience pain."

Without any doubt, he had said he wanted a woman like his mother. "Boy! You are deluded. Blinded by your love for your mother that you perceive her to be the best among women." The Older wolf priest said. The priests are always in their werewolf form. Once they assume their spiritual journey as a priest, they shift to their werewolf form forever. Shifting back to their human form or their Dire Werewolf form is a crime, hence might be killed by blood moon. "But it is what I want." He argued with the older wolf priest.