Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

”Look here,” Lydia said. ”We have lived in peace for the longest of times but now that has all been threatened. Our friends are killed by these malicious beasts who come out at night. No child has ever feared the dark in our village until now. For when the sun sets and darkness falls heavy around us, they come out, they come for us and they will not stop. I can see their end but it isn't close enough, there will be centuries before she is born and set on the path to end this darkness. For only an abomination can take down another.”

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

DARKNESS...that was all Jun could see. Two pairs of arms dragged him into the depths of that darkness. He couldn't see anything, He couldn't speak anything. All he could do was to feel those two strong pairs of arms dragging him some were. One of them had their hand-pressed on Jun's mouth, making him unable to make any noise. Jun kept on fighting with his body. He would try to pull his arms from those people but in vain. He tried kicking his legs mid-air, which made him tired and earned a tight slap on his face. Getting slapped became a chance for Jun to shout out for help,

Rhobart said and gestured with his head. Milton was fighting a Dark Mage in the middle of the courtyard, swords made of magic in their hands. The Dark Mage wore a long black and purple robe, and a long hood covered his face. Fire and Darkness met somewhere in the middle, and for a few moments, they did not seem to be enemies but lovers, or perhaps two souls that finally found each other. Darkness fought against Fire and tried to overpower it, but Fire wrapped itself around Darkness. Darkness fought hard, trying to escape the embrace of Fire, but soon they became one.

"Where... where is the eclipse?" "Still over the valley," Damian replied, looking up at the broken stained glass windows. "The Knight is dead, but the sky is still dark, the dark altar in the mountain is still pulling power." Elder Tobias stepped forward, his face grave, looking at the old books on the altar. "The knight was just a scout," Tobias whispered, voice shaking with dread. "The eclipse will last until midnight and when the moon is at its lowest... the true master of the dark altar the ancient Blood Beast itself will cross into our world."

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."