Knight Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

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

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

"The honor is mine, young ones. I sensed the magnitude of your love and unity in the face of darkness. It is a rare gift, and together, we can defeat the ultimate source of evil that plagues our world." With Luna's guidance, they journeyed deeper into the heart of the shadowy mountains. Their footsteps echoed through the vast corridors of the fortress, anticipation and tension coiling in their hearts. As they reached the inner chamber, a chilling breeze swept through the air. Standing at the center of the room was the embodiment of darkness itself, a sinister figure with glowing red eyes. "You cannot stand against me," the figure hissed, its voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Am