Masked Knight Novels & Stories

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

I can feel a tug of energy as she focuses on my location, making her way to me as she blinks across the field. Mab is mixed amongst the men, hiding in plain sight, her shining golden hair tucked beneath a helmet of tarnished steel. In her hand is a blade, as white as moonlight, dully shining like polished bone. She is holding it low in her hand as she approaches a small group of knights who are shaking, their eyes rolling to the sky, as a young man holding a shining sword burns the darkness from their bodies with its harsh blue light. “Arthur, watch out!” I scream.

His eyes were still open, but all he could see was the vastness of the unknown. Kayla was perplexed; she had no idea when someone entered because her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, she saw that the horrible blackmailer in front of her had been hurled against the wall like an ant. What was the name of her knight in shining armor? She thought, because her knight was dressed in a hood cap and a black leather boot. She couldn't make out his face, because he was on her side, facing the bad guy. She thought of leaving, but not before retrieving the blackmailer's phone.

They had the split-second warning from their mentor to duck, in which all three Knights dove for the ground, Sophia taking Anouk with her, positive he couldn’t react as fast as they could before a giant sword flew over the place where their necks would have been and slammed into a tree. Another rogue Knight appeared, standing on the sword, critiquing the group of Knights on the ground in front of him. The lower half of his face was covered with a cloth mask and he wore camouflage armbands, striped pants, and no shirt. The strappings of his sword’s sheath formed an ‘X’ on his chest. “Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of th

I fell hard, tumbling into darkness as Kye shouted my name. I hit the stone floor with a grunt, the pendant flaring so bright it blinded me. Somewhere above, I heard Kye cursing, the scuffle of boots as he searched for another way down. But I wasn’t alone. A figure stepped from the shadows, tall and cloaked in something darker than night — not flame, not shadow, but something in between. His face was half-hidden by a bone mask etched with the same runes from the rift. And his voice… gods, his voice…

all angry and powerful too. After that she started throwing punches after punches and at a level I also have to use My full strength, after 2 hours I realized that she is like a lioness and when this mafia war will happen, only god will bless the person who will try to harm this lioness...and specially when his protector is lion himself, Aarav Singh Raizada... He is silent right now because Kiyara is safe, but whenever they will target her again, they will see the original mobster...Aarav Singh Raizada....

And for two years, she had watched him look past her, his heart belonging to someone else. “Liam, cover left!” she called, snapping back to command as three knights closed in. Liam nodded briskly, ducking under a sweeping blade and countering with a fierce upward slash that sent one enemy flying. His motions were clean, practiced, almost mechanical. The Dark Knight commander stepped forward — a towering figure clad in blackened armor, his eyes completely black beneath his helmet “You are too late” he hissed, his voice a hollow rasp.

Marcus stood at the flank, his short-blade raised, his knuckles white against the hilt. The rider did not flinch at the sight of Killian’s bare blade or the blinding glare of my gold runes. Slow, deliberate, and entirely unbothered by the iron weapons trained on his chest, the figure pulled back his ash-gray hood with a withered, blue-veined hand.

He was strikingly handsome. His companion was the opposite with a rugged face, bushy eyebrows, and eyes as wide as saucers. He had the build of a warrior, broad-shouldered and sturdy, with a legendary sword slung over his back, radiating an aura of ferocity. Their prowess matched the reports from Blood Rakshasa. The handsome man had achieved the martial knight ultimate mastery, while his comrade had reached martial knight peak mastery. "I've always heard tales of Rackaham Master Howard's exceptional beauty. Indeed, they don't do you justice!" The tall man was Baldwin, the revered leader of the Mystic Shades Sect.