Makai Knights Novels & Stories

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Dominic instantly pushed me behind his back, his fully healed claws extending as a low, lethal growl vibrated in his chest. Through the frosted mist of the entrance, a solitary figure walked in. He didn’t wear tactical armor, and he didn’t carry a silver weapon. He wore the heavy, dark fur cloak of the Shadow Ridge Alpha, his silver hair glittering beneath the dim moonlight. A massive crescent scar cut across his left eye, mirroring the terrifying, brutal aura radiating from his frame. Malakai. The older brother looked at Dominic, then his black-ringed eyes slid over to me, a slow, drapieżny smirk stretching across his cruel, handsome face. He didn’t look angry; he looked absolutely ecstatic

Malakai’s patrol consisted of twenty-nine elite soldiers in training, destined to serve as his personal guard when he ascends the throne. However, one crucial member was missing—an esteemed soldier vital to the entire Royal Kingdom’s guard, now loyally serving as one of Amani’s Betas. Malakai arrived with fifteen members of his patrol, while Amani’s manor featured twenty-three guest rooms and nineteen washrooms.

Alessia hides her identity as a troop of the GK group which is none other than Girls Knight as privacy security. Girls Knight itself consists of four beautiful women including Alessia—a sniper, at least that's the nickname of her teammates. And three of them exist; Arabella Alison—the clever use of sharp objects, then there's Keira Sashenka—the skilled archer, and lastly there's Velove Agneiszka—Girls Knight's mainstay hero. In addition to being joined as one member, they also form friendships. Even since childhood. You could say... They are female knights in an organization that upholds the value of solidarity.

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

I prayed that we will continue to be a complete and understanding family where there is no conflict. I looked at the man beside me, the man who made my life complete. The man who made me believed that there really is true love for me. I smiled knowing that he’ll always be my side, protecting me and our future little ones soon. This man is my life and without him, I would be nothing. I rested my head on his shoulders and felt the solemnity of the place. This is my home, my knight in shining suit who would save me always. Ethan is and will always be my home.

"I'm here to---" "Do I know you?" C.C exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the handsome man in their office. Mia and Lena turned to her, their faces filled with confusion. "You know this arrogant guy, C.C?" Mia asked, her voice laced with disbelief. C.C stepped closer to Onyx, who was smiling at them. "Onyx Samaniego, the fifth Knight. What's a Knight doing here?" C.C asked, her voice filled with surprise. "Y-you're a Knight?" Lena asked, her voice filled with awe. Onyx smiled at them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I walked in with a smile on my face, trying to act all friendly, my gun was hidden in my jeans, my knives hidden in my sleeves, and boots, and I was ready for everything along with my hands for one-on-one fighting. Walking in I saw several guys sitting at one table, those were my party, a group of guys, they weren’t dressed like Nikolai in suits, they all had jeans on, they were clean looking, some had tattoos but nothing too strange, nothing that says they are all in the same team. I walked toward them, I still had the smile on my face, the fake one but it’s there. I made it to their table, everyone turned to me, they must have been informed about me coming over and joining the party. “Ciao

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

Winston’, why, oh why? “I heard that the Nicoli matriarch is finally gifting the ‘Heritage of the Bloom’ to her trusted descendant!” one of the stylist’s assistant chimed in. “For sure, they would gift it to Ma’am Lorica. She is the only one left unmarried in their family.” “But, doesn’t rumors say that it is actually meant to be ft to Ariadne Mendoza, since she is the most beloved wife of the eldest son of their clan?” the continue to banter louder. “But, isn’t she nothing but a scandalous wench who prances on rich bachelors?” This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers.