Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

“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

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where Elites connect to Elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ The Blackwoods were in the room, and I knew at this point that their connection with the Al Khaleds ran deeper than anyone expected. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface. “Be alert. You can’t afford to come back without lucrative information,” Salvatore’s words echoed in my mind as I took a sip from my wine glass. The hall was filled with members of the exclusive club, all with calculating eyes and dirty minds to match.

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.

"I can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."

They had no body nor form. "Fudging hell! These things are not humans" The Hybrid said, as we retreated, backed against each other. "We can't win against them. They are the knights of Erebus" I said to him. "The knights of what...?!" He said almost scoffing. "....Of Erebus" I repeated, "The five knights of darkness" I said. "There's no way they can be killed, I didn't even know they still exists. We must grab the witch and make a run for it now" I said.

Not while I breathe. "I can’t move. He comes back when I try." A scream tore through the dreamspace. The shadows thickened. "Speak of the devil," I hissed. From the fog, he emerged—a towering figure clad in armour darker than night, eyes glowing like dying stars. "She is mine," he hissed. "She is under my protection; sorry, you can't have her, so run back to your master and tell him you failed." The knight lunged. I met him with a blast of light, ancient and wild. We clashed, magic tearing through the dream around us.

Thorn said, analyzing the situation, “Leave one side door open—the one in the kitchen. Just say the healer might need to leave to fetch some herbs. Take a man with you, hide yourselves well. I’ll join you soon.” Hugo nodded and quickly strode off. At the great hall of the prince castle, twelve dark knights, fully armored with kite shields and knightly swords, stood with pride and devotion for their prince. No one knew the true identities of the twelve onyx knights. Their order of chivalry was an odd mixture, made up of knights from all ranks. The existence of the order was a violation of the traditional rules themselves, and each member was personally chosen by Thorn. It was rumored that the

Devlyn felt sick that their efforts and the efforts of his fellow Knights had failed to keep the Hall safe. The damage to the Hall itself had to be the result of Dark Magic. Until now, he had thought only a Dragon could inflict such damage to the fortress, but he knew that the Guardians would never attack the Hall. Besides, they had been at Chulakh, aiding in the defense of that city. There were no other Dragons, so far as anyone knew. That had been an accepted fact for centuries. No, this was the work of the Alva’himar, wielding Dark Magic to frightening effect. His assumption was further evidenced by the blackened appearance of many of the Knights, victims of the Mages’ powerful castings.

Somebody must be playing tricks with me. He continued to move, step by step. When, suddenly, everything disappeared. Once more he finds himself in darkness all-gripping. A knight appeared from the darkness. His sword shines in the darkness. Hjolt moves a step back. He takes out Uthar, the blade shines in a bright light. The knight strikes, his sword misses. He tries again, still the same result. Hjolt strikes, the sword slides down the knight's shoulder. He moves a step. Hjolt charges again, strikes. The knight falls to the ground. Hjolt was ready to strike the finishing blow. The knight disappeared like he was made out of fog. Hjolt turned everywhere. "Excellent," a melodic voice said from