Masked Knight Novels & Stories

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.

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

Among the assassins, the Blades managed to capture a member of the Pentalium. Then, the Inquisition signals his right-hand man Morgan, who has the armor of the Blades but a unique design to his mask. The mask shows a large grin, which is where the wearer's mouth should be. Morgan and the Blades dragged the bodies of the assassins they intercepted on the road, which they presented to the public.

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

With one swift kick no warning Gautam was sent flying, unable to move, and knocked unconscious. The robed figure turned to the knights and raised a hand. A white light burst forth, scattering over them. The pain that had torn through them eased. The bleeding stopped. They’d been saved by a mysterious masked figure tall, with long hair. “Thank you for your help,” one of the knights bowed, hands pressed together, followed by the others. Though some still wondered who this powerful, mysterious stranger was. To be continued…

Damien looked like he was bullying the giant knight golem. Craaacckkk!~ … The giant knight golem's iron helmet covering his face had been completely shattered. At that moment, the complexion of the giant knight golem's face became clear. Damien stretched his hand out to the side. The mystical sword that had been lying on the ground flew towards Damien's right hand. And when he was holding the hilt of his mystical sword, Damien quickly scratched the skin of the giant knight golem's face. Slasshhh!~ …

The moment he realized I was still prepared to fight, he moved back to the other end of the cage, placing his back against the fence. That meant nothing to me. I've seen how fast some of these guys could cross the small, confined space. The click of the metal door unlocking, followed by the squeal of it being opened helped to shake me from my fog. Mark walked in front of me, his warm hands wrapping around the tops of my fists, lowering them to my sides.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"