Romans & histoires Legend Of The Dark Knights

Zephaniah’s training was never something to be overlooked. As one could expect from her master, Dark, her training approach was to battle death itself. Breaking the limitations and going way beyond the maximum skill that one had been born with: That’s his secret for being an invincible legend. It was rumored that the three other legends couldn’t come close to the level of mastery that Dark had attained. That’s why they never waged war against his Empire. Besides, almost all of his underlings had the strength of a thousand men, which made the Forbidden City a formidable place.

“Only James and I are still alive, the other dark knights were all lost.” When Thorn saw the black smoke rising in the sky, he had already expected the worst. He pulled himself to his feet and looked around the room. “This will not go unanswered. No one kills a dark knight without paying with his own blood,” he announced, “We will have our revenge; a place hidden deep in the eastern forest requires our attention.”

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

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.

“This child of golden blood shall unite the shape shifters and the blood drinkers. He shall lead the two creatures of the moon to battle the greatest war of all The Dark Knight with eyes the color of the sky shall fall after causing much death and grief . The Golden Knight shall rule and bring forth peace...' What comes after that, Sorin? Please, a mother has to know." Sorin nodded. "The Golden Knight shall be full of valor and his heart shall only desire peace. However, peace shall not be easily achieved for the Golden Knight, with his trusting heart, can also be deceived. In his heart he will desire the love of a being with hair the color of night and voice that shall captivate his soul fo

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."

“Hypocrite much?” He laughs before downing the rest of his champagne and setting the flute aside. “It’s not about trust, Elara. It’s about respect. The Dark Knights may be behind some of the most dangerous and morally questionable scientific research in the world, but they live by a strict code that even powerful people hesitate to challenge. They can’t be bribed, threatened, manipulated, or convinced to favor anyone, no matter how rich or influential they are. They don’t pick sides in personal conflicts, and they don’t care about status or reputation outside their own. You may see them as cruel, heartless, or even inhuman for the things they allow, but one thing no one can deny is their loy

All the light in his eyes was lost and replaced with darkness. It was all revealed.

he asked sharply. The biker realized who the man standing in front of him is. "You.. you are the king. The king of darkness. So what they say about you is true" he said out loud. Everyone heard about the king of the darkness. He is a legend. His name is taken with fear and respect in the mafia world. Everyone knows that Nero retired, but no one knows who replaced him except everyone calls him the King of darkness. He is ruthless and is like a phantom who stays in the shadows. Every person who has ever seen him is dead. So the Biker understood that he will die tonight. So he began to bargain.