Masked Knight Novels & Stories

His brother fought the knight and decommissioned near where Micah saw the knight's sword. "Xenia must have attacked Mason here," Micah said, squatting near the bloody dagger on the floor. He examined it and noticed the handle was handmade to fit the wielder's hand, making it easier to maneuver and deal deadly blows. With the amount of blood on the floor, she must have dealt with quite a bit of it. Not many could go up against Mason and live to tell the tale or leave without a scar. "I will kill him if he hurts her," Roman growled inside Micah's head.

In his other hand, he ignited a stun baton, the electrical arc crackling blue-white in the dark lobby. The lead Knight, the one with the greatsword, stopped ten yards away. He removed his helmet, revealing a face that was more wolf than man—elongated jaw, yellow eyes, teeth filed to points. He sniffed the air and sneered. "One human?" the Knight laughed, a guttural, barking sound. "Valerius said there was a Shield here. I see only meat." "Come and get a taste then, puppy," Marcus growled, banging his baton against the shield. CLANG. CLANG.

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes that looked very much like Lucian: Faline Liu, the Knight of Rushing Stream; A man in bronze skin with bulky build: Iwaoka, the Knight of Twilight; Another woman with beastly arms and legs, grinning at them, particularly at Tara Jōn: Tara, the Knight of the Wild Beasts, and; A man in his old age but still strong as the other Knights: Hunter, the Knight of Hollow Earth. Behind them were a total of fifty men and women, all of them had gray eyes and brown hair, and donned in white armor with the insignia of the long lost tribe. They were led by the legendary Water Kryst, Neptos. Clive breathe out an amazement. "The Rein Tribe." Kirsten had a surprise on her

Unpredictable. He turned. In a blur, Damian moved grabbing the maids wrist firmly, halting her movements. At that point, a thousand thoughts spun behind his eyes, but his expression remained unreadable. “Alpha?” The maid whispered, her voice trembling. Silence. The room held its breath. —————— Marisa stood before the mirror, slipping into a deep navy traveling cloak lined with silver. The color of Bluemoon pack. Her pack. Her father’s pack. Behind her, Raul stood silently, his form relaxed but alert. The armor he wore had the insignia of Blackmoon pack, but it was a lie. Everything about him was. A rogue is who he is.

He swung the blade in a circular flourish and slid it back into its sheath expertly. The Knights on the platform, as well as those gathered nearby, broke into applause. Each new Knight was presented with armor and a Khortaal. They each drew their new blade, raising them in salute toward the Dragon. “Black Knights!” boomed Ghaeron, “You are now the sword that defends Edon. The steel that protects the innocent, and banishes the wicked.”

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Our manager is one tough cookie to crack,a minute late he will lecture you to for being tardy wishing you'd crawl back and never be seen. I sigh as I take out my contacts for my disguise looks.After all have been through and deciding to cloak myself as Marie,I also had to change my looks choosing a blonde wig and blue eye contacts hiding my grey eyes.I also had to tan myself a bit to hide my pale skin.I closed my eyes letting myself fall into slumber with only one thought in mind,time to reign.

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.