Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

It takes my all not to kill the fucker on the spot, dragging my team away I head towards the back of the castle hoping to find somewhere quiet to speak with my sister, no such luck I think as we get trailed after with some of my fathers guards. Turning into the Ballroom I notice the look of disgust on Maddox’s face as he takes in the sight before him. Naked females dancing in cages clearly full of venom, grinding on each other. Naked men handing out glasses of champagne loaded with blood. I can hear the growl coming from behind me as I drag Maddox to a table in the far corner.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

I’ve had enough of the fucking riddles. “You mean it’s lost to darkness?” I lift my head quickly, instantly regretting it as dizziness washes over me. “Yeah.” She chews on another carrot like it isn’t a big deal. “What is it? I’ve never heard of such a person.” I say and all the eyes in the room look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I shrug but feel stupid. I look down and pick at my food. “Darkness is a place, not a person. It’s the realm of nightmares. The sword is there. It is locked in a vault. In the palace of death. However, only the bearer can summon it.” I look at her in shock.

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Until the darkness fell and I went back in the back portions of the fortress since there is a knight, I was very suspicious of. It was a very dark night; the moon was nowhere to be found in the sky. And the eerie feeling of the darkness the loomed over the surrounding is very surreal. Taking advantage of the sea of darkness, I dashed from tree to tree without ever making even a slight sound to hide myself from the knight I am following. His torch was the only thing that lit up the place.

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

"You know you're actually sweating.Just forgive him and go back to calling him Vador." "And why? I'm just an assistant," She frowned. "He's really comfortable around you" Vador was still in the study when Aleister brought news to him concerning the dark witches. "This letter came for you Vador," Aleister said dropping the letter on the table. "What does it say?" Vador asked looking up. "The dark witches have been killing the pure blooded in the east. The letter is from lord Jack,he needs more protector," Aleister replied. "I wonder why the dark witches keep coming back "Vador licked his lips.

Derek came out of the office, picked up his bride and took her to bed. I hoped my knight in shining armor would come carry me off soon, I mean who the hell was calling at 4am? It was real quiet and I was trying to listen but he was whispering, which made me even more curious. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Heath, of course I did! Lord knows I gave that boy enough sex for three lifetimes he’d never need to look elsewhere, but still. I was always a bit self-conscious that he could find something better.