Masked Knight Novels & Stories

He can see her, feel her, but is unable to touch her. She had her head down throughout the meeting and was deliberately avoiding his gaze. Unlike her former sunny self, the Victory that sat in this room is no longer a shining beacon. A dark, ominous cloud in the form of Arthur Knight had casted a shadow over her, absorbing her light and warmth from scintillating towards the earth. Did Arthur Knight finally succeed in breaking Victory Sinclair's joyful spirit? Turning his attention towards the meeting at hand, he went on to announce the final item in the agenda, A. K. Media's next immersive event which will be in time for Halloween.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

"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

He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his. " All you need to know is you are safe and nothing and nobody will hurt you. I will not allow it." He insisted. A knock at the door made him jump up and growl angrily. "What is it?" He boomed making the wall of the room shake and a frightened voice from the other side of the door sounded. "Alpha we have found the rogue in question." The Alpha immediately flew to the door forcing it open with such force I was shocked it didn't fall off the hinges.

Nightclaw and Eclipse were among the warriors when a ripple of silence passed through them. Something unnatural laced the air, making it heavy. It coiled like invisible chains around my throat and pressed against my skin. At that moment, he emerged from the center of the Eclipse Coven's ranks. A person wearing a silver and midnight cloak, with a polished obsidian mask that glinted in the moonlight. His movements were unhurried and fearless—as though he already controlled this battlefield. And he had a voice like velvet wrapped around steel when he spoke. "You are mine."

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

I ask them, the guy who called me out the first just pouted like a little boy, while the others laughed at him. “The gattina got nails,” another guy says standing up, and offering me a hand to shake, I shake his hand back with a smile. “I’m Marco, welcome to the party,” he says, I shake his hand back. “As I said I’m Maria” I answered him, I had no idea who the one mole was, and Nikolai didn’t either, he had a slight idea about being one of the newbies, but according to his words, it couldn’t be Marco, he’s his right hand, but everyone is a suspect, no one knows who am I, or what I’m doing here. Well they aren’t supposed to know I’m the Devil, my disguise must help too, I was just here to hel

Diana noticed my struggle and frowned as she examined the knights. “They have carvings of glyphs on their swords. They’re imbued with magic! If you keep this up, your shield will break, and they’ll get to us. We need to attack!” Her words were all I needed to hear. I summoned all my energy and blasted every one of the knights with a massive wave of magic. The force of the blast sent them flying against the wall, effectively neutralizing them.