Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

The sound of her voice and the way her body looked spooked Troy and he falls down upon the surface of the grand hall. “I cannot turn to darkness…” Troy’s voice rummages through his mind and just like that his body grows back not to the hindering old man but to his present age. The young man grabs upon the sword with his right hand and with his other he propels a black fire that coils around his arm like a living breathing flame though once that surging magically power of his braces his limb, he knows what to do. “I must become darkness… wrath and vengeance. Accept the ones by me as they are. Protect them with this darkness inside me…” The sword in his hand falls to the ground. The sound of m

At that time, Dragon Knight with everything broke the object when he fell close to an altar, when finally, interrupting the words of another magician, when Hermes came zooming in stealing the book from Faust's hands. Among the other werewolves who came to the rescue so they could surrender the mages and vampires who revolted against the order of the Society of Shadows. Finally, tying the magician, the god of darkness to his complete astonishment, freed himself on top of Dragon Knight who fell there in the middle of the altar, getting his hands bloody on one of the artifacts that exploded, but the giant god of darkness , looking curiously, he was horned and curiously, watching the man beneath

The holy knight was left dumbstruck as his weapon struck nothing, while the shadow slowly turned toward him, with stellar specks flickering within. Then, a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of the universe rang. "Foolish." Shocked, the holy knight tried to withdraw from the shadow, but his skin darkened rapidly where it made contact with the shadow. As if alive, the darkness spread and consumed his flesh. "No! No! No!!!" The holy knight's screams rang through the night, but the corrosive darkness was rapidly crawling over his arms, his shoulders, and finally, the rest of him.

"The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads." "Among others." No point denying what would become legend regardless. "Though 'fell' implies accident. I chose darkness when light proved corrupt." More riders appeared: a full squadron in better armour, led by a young man whose bearing marked him as nobility despite worn clothes. Lord Blackmoor's son, presumably. He studied the Shadow Knight with intelligent eyes that showed caution rather than fear. "I'm Robert Blackmoor," he confirmed. "Acting Lord since my father's arrest. The stories say you were Kaelen Dawnblade."

"The only way to kill them was beheading or giving a good slash - deep enough to bleed them out, this we learnt at the cost of lives even one of us and they were just twenty. We retreated and prepared for a new attack, this evil is not one to leave roaming, we searched for days and found their hide out in the deep lands of the East, couldn't count how many but we were victorious but at a great loss, when we thought it was over, their general came by, as I called them, fast, quick reflexes, strong healing, every sense went high in his control unlike the dark souls, who were mindless." "He wiped every Knight out, it took the death of my team to kill it, a stab to the heart was the only way to

Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean. The Game Master's darkness was the kind that filled the sky when the moon lifted, holding millions of stars within its endless depths. His darkness was the nights where I'd lay awake, staring up at the sky as I wallowed over the monotony of my life. The moment night exploded from within him, the crowd of people who had come to watch, dropped to one knee. One by one they fell, a hand against their heart. Eyes of emerald, chestnut and cerulean stared up at their King, at darkness and night given form.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

he orders me, while he turned off the lights, every light but the one next to the bed, he came to the left side of bed, I took the right one, staying on the side, the farthest side I can get to. “Are you afraid of the dark?” he asks me, which made me freeze for a second, afraid of the dark? Usually no, maybe in my stories my characters are, but in reality, I’m not. “No I’m good” I say, he turns the light on his side off, leaving us in the darkness, I stayed on my side, tears where filling my eyes, I couldn’t help and not cry. I’m losing Devil, I’m now under the demand and orders, and I can’t do a thing about it.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...