Knight Of Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

The ink flowed down the wall and onto the ground, racing toward the Original Knight. The Knight tried to swing his sword, but the black ink grabbed his ankles. "What... what is this?" the Knight gasped. "It's the 'Unfinished'!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "It’s the anger of every character you left behind! You want to be the Knight? Then lead the 'Deleted' back to the **X**!" The ink pulled the Knight down. It pulled the wingless dragon down. It pulled the faceless child down.

"Knight is a devil. A monster that eats up anything and anyone that crosses his path. Just make sure you guys remain allies, because the moment that changes, your life is no longer guaranteed." My frown deepened. I didn’t come here to hear shit about Knight. Whatever Conan had to say about him barely moved me anymore. "I guess I love a monster, then," I finally choked out, holding his gaze as I downed the contents of my glass. "Stop worrying about our relationship and worry instead about the people next door. Why the hell are they not out yet?" I poured myself another drink and gulped it down. My throat felt incredibly dry for some reason, and a sudden, strange urge to keep drinking washed o

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

I swallowed hard as I realized what it was— the thick red liquid filled the glass in half— fresh blood. I blinked rapidly to unsee what I had just seen. It was too late. I should have known better what he would ask in return for helping us. Turning my head at Knight, who had his hands constantly in his coat pockets, he wasn’t impressed, or blood triggered his wolf. The smell of sweet iron from the blood flooded the room. “My apology, guys. Why won’t you all take a seat?” he said as he breathed in the scent of the blood in the glass before he sipped it like an expensive liquor.

Theon yanks the blade free and drives it up, sinking the sharp steel into the thick, rotting flesh just beneath the Lycan’s arm—toward the heart, but not quite. The beast roars. Not just a sound—but a reaction. Blood pours down onto Theon’s arm—thick, black, and foul-smelling—but there’s something else. Behind the creature, Arwan stumbles, eyes widening in shock. He grips his shoulder. Blood seeps through the seams of his robe. “No,” Arwan hisses, staggering back. “No no no—how?” Theon blinks. And then it clicks. The bond. He remembers what Bianca said, what he thought was metaphor.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

Narrowing my eyes at him . 'Okay but I've one condition.' 'What's that ?" Drystan asked, his eyes sparked in hope. 'I want you to become my personal knight and serve me .' His face lost its smile. Yeah , I knew it . He was just bluffing and tricking me into his attempt to get a Ruby pendant. What is he doing? Drystan suddenly kneeled down in front of me . 'I vow to become your knight and serve you till my last breath.' An oath of allegiance was made and there was crazy thunder lightning in the sky. The warriors who were chaining me down got striked by lightning. Causing them to collapse, losing the body fluid and turning into skeletons.

It all seemed to be going well, and that the battle would be over shortly. A few of the mounted Knights were taken down by the Alva’himar, but with sheer numbers – and the aid of the Minotaurs – several of the Mages were overcome. As the Knights clashed with the Goblin ranks, however, they encountered something unexpected. The first Knight riding into the fray swung hard at the nearest Goblin, who raised his own blade in defense. When they met, not only was his blow deflected, but his Khortaal was broken. Thrown off-balance, he fell from his saddle, scrambling for the Khor he had at his side. The wide dagger was equally shattered when it met the Goblin’s sword, and then the Knight died as th

he said as he continued to bow, shifting further away from where Tefani stood, while reeling from the shock that Tefani wasn’t bowing in their direction and the Knights also didn’t pay him any mind or point out his act of disrespect. “He keeps looking at the wall…I think he’s crazy,” The homeless vampire heard another knight speak, something that seemed to shake him to the core as he continued to look at the wall, where he could clearly see Tefani leaning against it with a proud look on his face. His whole body began to tremble when he looked closer and noticed that the wounds he had made on the neck of his victim had been completely healed. At that point, he simply fell to his knees, going

The heel hit him on the back of his head. "Owww!" He cried and turned around, looking shocked and furious. "Who dare threw this!" He pulled his hand back from his head and saw his own blood. Well, who knew high-heels could come so handy? I recognized the man now. He was the bodyguards of Lord Dimitri, but whatever he was, his blood-sucking needed to be stopped. "Leave the girl!" I said again. I had never seen a real vampire in the middle of his feeding before. The experience made my stomach churn.