Makai Knights Novels & Stories

I eyed the thick scar that ran vertically up his throat and jaw, ending just below his cheekbone. “Mav’s a bit of a legend around these parts. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Knight teased from where he leaned against the garage door, his hands fisted in the pockets of his frayed jeans. “Maverick the Butcher. Maverick the Rogue. Maverick, slaughterer of—” “I think she gets it.” Damon murmured. “If you and Caius continue to ruin my fun then perhaps I’ll run away.” Caius cut him a dry look, “Don’t go doing us any favor’s now.”

And these words offended the knights, the supreme leader screamed to the glory. In the first five minutes Ma'la dodge their every single attack (he is damn fast), and in the other five minutes he showed his muscular strength. He grabs the necks of the giants with one hand and with the another he makes a hole to their heart and splits them into two pieces. His hands got soaked in blood and he was liking it all the way. But the knights were not fools, their army was a nation of fools but they were the leaders and leading a nation is not a small shit to deal with.

Instead of losing his temper, he forced himself to calm down Meanwhile, Harvey looked at Maki with great interest. He wasn’t intimidated by Chief Takei at all. In fact, he was slightly curious about him. Maki was just a King of Arms at the end of the day. Harvey wondered who on earth gave him the courage to stir up chaos on Country H’s soil.

“But are you two for real hanging out with the future knight and his beta?” “The future who?” I questioned raising my brows as Ostana looked towards me in confusion. Pointing a finger, the shorter one smiled and blushed, following her line of sight, sure enough - she was pointing at the backs of Laker and Emrys. “Future Knight of the King’s army, you know the hot tall one with black hair,”

I grabbed one of Malakai's oversized black t-shirts from the floor and pulled it over my head, the fabric swallowing my frame as I padded out of the master suite. The compound was massive, but I eventually found the boys in the open-concept kitchen. They looked entirely refreshed, like they hadn't just spent the last forty-eight hours running for their lives. Vane was drinking a protein shake, Roman was cleaning a disassembled Glock on the marble island, and Malakai was sipping black coffee while scrolling through a tablet. And then I saw it. A sleek black invitation envelope, sitting innocently on the counter. It had a gold wax seal in the shape of a two-headed wolf.

Torches flickering weakly against stone walls. And in the center— A figure. Kneeling. Bound. Head lowered. Blood on the floor. Marcus stood nearby. Still. Silent. Watching. Kael stopped. Slowly. Dangerously. “Look at me,” he said. The figure didn’t move. Didn’t respond. The air tightened. Something felt off. Very off. “Kael…” I whispered. He stepped closer. One step. Then another. The bond pulsed. Sharp. Warning. “Look. At. Me.”

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

A boldly written tattoo covers the left side of his chest. I read the dark ink marring his skin. Malakai. My name. When I meet his gaze, my heart feels like it is going to tear apart. I swallow at the hard lump in my throat. I don't care, I never asked him to do anything for me. The tattoos are not the only changes, are those nipple rings?! I stare at the silver piercing that protrudes from each nipple, which somehow makes his body more attractive. "You wanna taste them?" Pierce smirks and I flush.

He assured plastering a kiss on her lips. KNIGHT ENTERPRISES – SECURE SUB-BASEMENT – NIGHT McKinley jerks awake, strapped to a chair in a sterile white room. The only light: a single bulb swinging above. ALEX KNIGHT sits across from him, rolling up his sleeves with no tie calmly, pouring coffee into a cup. “Mckinley…..” dragging words like a blade."You should’ve stayed loyal.” McKinley’s laughed raggedly “To you? A man who buried Taebaek’s victims?”

Ana and Kenny are from the same pack, and we picked up Mak along the way. Makawee is my other roommate, and is off on a scouting mission. She is a little weird and awkward, and we love her for it. She doesn't look like a scout, she looks more like she would fit in behind a computer working on something brainy but cool. She can also move so silently that she sneaks up on me all of the time and loves to jump scare us. My wolf, Sel, loves it and never tips me off when Mak is making her sneak attacks. Mak has different colors in her hair every month, and is covered in piercings and tattoos. While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads.