Knights Of Hell Novels & Stories

Among the emerging societies were two prominent groups, each founded to create assemblages of remarkable individuals with talents both physical and mystical. The first was an elite group of Knights. Men and women of great physical prowess and intelligence, sworn to defend their kingdom from enemies both human and supernatural. For the mystical energy that had been part of the very formation of Edon and the life thereupon had also allowed non-human creatures, varied in form and abilities, to spring forth amid the forces of creation. Many saw mankind as an enemy, and craved the dominance that humanity had in the world. The Knights were united into the order of the Black Knights, in part to hon

“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

“No matter what happens, I swear I won’t let ‘em find us, Druiss. I promise on my life.” What is it talking about? I swallow hard. “Th-they?” My chest’s pounding. Beating rapidly like a nightclub bassline. It tilts its vulture nogging, with eyes narrowing. “The Gnoks, my dear,” it breathes silently. “Knights of the Great City. If they dare catch us, it'll be worse than death, I reckon.” What the...

“Then I will! Come here, boy” Claude took a book from the shelf and showed its content to Carl: “Satan declared war against the Holy God. He took a step into hell and brought a bunch of devils to earth. Lucifer can never oppress nor oblige. But it is the desire that took Man from heaven to hell. As Lucifer has devils, the all-mighty God has his righteous men. Those who fight in His name are called Knights. Those who carry his knowledge are called Guardians. Those carrying his spirit are the Favorites. And a man carrying His will is to be Saint.”

The day seemed peaceful and ordinary until a loud cry pierced the air. "A monster attack!" Panic spread through the crowd, turning the once-peaceful scene into chaos. Elen was taken by surprise. The knights swiftly positioned themselves to shield the Lady, while Rami and Rora unsheathed their hidden swords, ready to defend. "Protect the Lady no matter what!" Rami instructed, poised for action. "Are you knights?" Elen asked, eyeing their swords with curiosity. "Yes, we were knights of Adelstein before serving you," Rami affirmed, offering Elen a reassuring smile that conveyed their commitment to keeping her safe.

“Dozen!? That’s too much! Heli was only man when we went out last time!” “That’s because he’s a prince, and he has far more authority than knights. Civilians tend to be more afraid of them than knights who have literal swords on their side,” Shiro explained, rolling his eyes. “So yeah, you need lots of knights with you if you don’t want to bring Heli.”

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "The Shadowed Knights. They said they were stirring in the darkness." Lysander, who had been unusually quiet since arriving, suddenly straightened in his chair. "Did you say Shadowed Knights?" "You've heard of them?" Kael asked sharply. "Only in the oldest texts. Legends, really. Stories about a coalition of supernatural outcasts who rejected the traditional hierarchies." His usual dramatic flair was completely absent as he spoke. "They were supposedly wiped out centuries ago during the Great Purge."

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

The witches did, but that's a whole other can of worms to be opened another day. But most importantly, the face of the company. Who could forget them? The knights. When you think hunter, those huge brick for brain idiots in black and silver was what came to mind. The knights went to war and did all the physical aspect of a hunters' job and were the only ones who did any actual regular fighting. During Kostov's time, they were all there was to the hunters. Until Stravos became their leader and gave them a more definitive structure.