Masked Knight Novels & Stories

I would look as desperate as fvck if I do that. "Alpha Knight. I am Krizia Aisle Mendez of Monteverde " A woman approaches me with a big crown on her head and introduced herself, "You look extra handsome today." She said complimenting my looks. I gaze from down to her head. "Did my father sent you to be hear?" I directly ask while looking at other directions, not wanting to meeet her eyes. She wore this white dress with slit and glitters at the side of it. I think he is a luna of another kingdom.

“A small, hidden workshop in Eastern Europe, specifically in Romania. It’s run by a master jeweler who crafts insignias and symbols for powerful factions. He’s known to have connections with rogue packs and underworld syndicates. This isn’t just a random attack, Lucifer. This was planned, coordinated. Someone wants to send a message.” Mikhail, who had been silently fuming, finally spoke up, his voice laced with frustration. “The craftsmanship, the specific engravings—it’s a statement. They’re flaunting their ability to operate in both worlds without fear of consequence. And that means they’re confident, maybe even untouchable.”

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.

I shook my head, then smiled a little bit. “It is something that I cannot disclose because if I do, he will force me to do that,” I replied. “In the name of Devious Clan, I Marcus Devious, son of Roger Devious, shall be your shield and will never leave your side to protect you from harm… You may summon me anytime you want… my flesh and my blood is in your hands… through this drop of blood, I shall be your loyal knight throughout your life and shall die if I become disloyal to you, my master, Clementine Westernia, half demon and half human, the princess of Westernian Empire and the heir of the demon world,” Marcus said, then he cut his palm using his sword and drop the blood in front of me. A

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.

The masked warrior had proven to be a formidable adversary, and King Rico was determined to unmask and defeat this mysterious opponent. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on the hilt of the ancient sword, a physical manifestation of the power he sought to wield. The sword, with its dark aura and latent abilities, was both a source of fascination and frustration for him. He had tapped into its power to exert control over Omaha, but the masked warrior had proven to be a thorn in his side, blocking his every attempt to freeze the city.

I clicked it and the scene played; a man rushing into the bathroom, shooting the woman who'd been in there and writing those shitty words with her blood. The man's face didn't show but his build…it looked so familiar I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to. I rewatched the clip, again and again, hoping to find something and when I finally did, I paused it, my gaze settling on the man's neck. Right there, on the left was a tattoo. One I recognised a little too well. Two swords and a helmet in the middle with blood dripping from the eye part of the helmet— the Black Knights. Those disgusting motherfuckers.

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!~ …

He asked. I smiled and patted his hair. “Let’s go,” There was nowhere I would give out the secret of the well water in the tunnel. It was sacred and belonged to only members of my pack. I’m sorry Martin. As we approached the village gates, the guards eyed us suspiciously. "State your business," one of them demanded, his voice gruff. I lifted my chin, adopting an air of haughty indifference. "We are knights from the Kingdom of Eldoria, and we would like to participate in the fight of beasts,"