Knights Backyardigans Novels & Stories

Knights 01: The Five Knights and Me In Aza's room, a whirlwind of silk and whispered anxieties swirled. Her three best friends, a chaotic symphony of clashing opinions, debated the crucial matter of her outfit for the impending date with the loathsome Wilton. The previous night had been a restless one for Aza, haunted by unsettling premonitions of the evening ahead—an evening she was dreading with every fiber of her being. The very thought of spending time with a man she despised sent shivers down her spine.

In his world, men like Colton Stone don't prevail over wealthy blue bloods like Preston Vanderholt. This war has just begun. *** Peering out the window, I gaze down at a secluded part of upstate New York. The landscape below is a patchwork of rugged terrain and sharp structures. In the distance, an abandoned military base looms, its skeletal remains cloaked in new purpose. This is their training ground – the Obsidian Knights' stronghold. The wheels kiss the tarmac with a jolt that travels up my spine. As soon as we come to a stop, Colton attempts to sit up, grimacing with the effort.

The wind is howling with every puff of it, a means to fidget at an arrival of something coming from the shadows. “Tonight calls for blood, pain and suffering, but one most important thing, for victory. Tonight, we win and we tell those mother fuckers to take their dick and shove it inside their own ass.” Kieran is shouting at the top of his lungs as he addresses their subjects. The brothers are at the temple, where below are all the knights, already in their armour, ready for war.

NATE When I arrive home, I park my motorcycle in the garage and begin to walk towards the house. The moment I step inside, the thick aroma of grilled steak fills my nostrils. I halt in my tracks, still sniffing the air. We seldom have steak dinner in this house, but there is only one gothic girl in the entire Adams family who is crazy in love and married to steak. There is no way— "And the rebel king is back!" A familiar chirpy voice shrieks behind me, and I jump back in shock just the same time I snap around to see my sister Cathy flicking her tongue over her teeth in that familiar smirky smile of hers that just fucking screams mischief.

KNIGHT “I can’t stay in the pack house anymore. My unmated members keep growing. So when I saved some money, I called an architect friend of mine, and he made a plan for me.” “Do you have pack members outside the vineyards?” “Yes. They live in the city, but they come to attend meetings, holidays, or if there are special occasions like weddings or pack parties. Park here.” She pulled over the car at the harvesting area. “I’ll show you something.”