Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

Among them was Teresa, a brown werewolf, who was clearly putting up a brave front, summoned to fight in the face of this inevitable confrontation. As the vampires and rogues flashed their fangs, a snarl escaping from their jaws, I took this opportunity to stand upright, my other hand still on my neck. I still felt Knight's presence beside me, and as much as I wanted to land my own blow, to avenge the high priestess, I needed to deal with Lorraine as well. "What's the meaning of this!" Knight's face lacks any emotions. His eyes were pitch-dark, and any signs of humanity were gone. For a moment, the void of darkness in his expression made me terrified and concerned. But the thought that he sav

Thana's chamber was a dark, cold place, a realm where shadows writhed and whispered with secrets only she could understand. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the walls seemed to pulse with an eerie, otherworldly energy. In the center of the chamber stood Thana herself, the queen of darkness, draped in a cloak of shadows that moved like living tendrils around her. Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven.

Salvatore declared, getting up and drinking from his glass. “Having potential will take you to the top, Ethan, but drowning in emotions will burn you before you even get halfway,” he instructed, patting my back. He poured wine in the glass and gestured for me to drink. This was exactly what Vincent meant when he said I could get the keys to Don Salvatore’s heart if I worked at his pace. “We’ve succeeded with the first part of your mission—the Al Khaleds. Next on my list is the Blackwoods. How do you get into the Blackwoods without approaching the family directly?” he asked, eyes drilling into me.

one of the knights screamed, his obsidian armor clattering against the floor as he tripped in the sudden gloom. Aradaa didn't stop. He inhaled, and the darkness followed. The throne room plunged into a pitch-black void. The nobility shrieked, the sound of silk tearing and glasses smashing filling the air. To them, the world had vanished. To Aradaa, the room was a map of heat and thrumming life. He saw Malachi’s heart—a cold, stagnant lump of purple light. He saw the Knights—shaky, frantic blurs of red.

And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

She quickly skimmed over them before turning her blank stare back to the man in front of her. "Jared Knight, 26 years old, born and raised in the area, joined Golden Ridge at the tender age of 16 after your dear older brother joined." Summer began reciting what she had just read. "Golden Ridge is well aware to stay away from La Fiet given this is The Dragon Guards turf, so please enlighten me, why are you here?" "For fun." Jared snapped spitting out a mouthful of blood. Stepping forward Summer remained silent as this time she clamped her plyers on Jared's pointer finger.

The loud growl of the Darkrai burst on the dark forest making the knights trembles on their feet. "Calm down Gray, there's still next time. You're going to see her next time," the man said, the highest among the Aristocrats, the Emperor of Corceigea. Horror was seen on the knights eyes when the Emperor cut off the head of the knight he ordered to guard the lady. He didn't know that there was a disciple inside the house, he thought that it would be easier for him to get the daughter of God especially when she's living with ordinary humans, that was his thought.