Masked Knight Novels & Stories

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

I knocked the kickstand down, locking the door open at a 90-degree angle before looking into the room and finding Alex waiting impatiently for me. "Come on," he stated with a roll of his eyes before moving to the back corner of the room where a lone figure was in battle with a swinging bag. "Hey, man. I have a surprise for you. We have a new fighter here." The guy stopped punching and turned to us when we were only a few feet away. His hood fell, and I groaned in annoyance as my past had come back to haunt me. "I'm leaving." I turned and walked back out of the room as quickly as possible.

"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!"

My fathers Beta lays on the ground unconscious and Josh is on the ground with a rogue's foot on his neck. “You foolish boy you dare attack me without thought and so outnumbered. Not all your warriors have arrived. Pride will be what kills you. I take that back, what will kill you is me.” He is making his way to me with an evil sneer on his face. All of the sudden he turns to the edge of the clearing. I turn my gaze in that direction and see 2 wolves run into the clearing. One is the most beautiful silver wolf I have ever seen and really large for a she wolf but what draws my attention is the rose gold colored eyes. It is followed by a rust colored rogue who manages to dodge several attacks b

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Gavin could understand what Zera was saying because he had learned it just by looking at the book, that was his hidden ability. When they got to the van they couldn't help but question Gvain.. "Gavin how did you do that?" Nash asked. "What do you mean?" He asked back, this time his eyes were on them. "That how you manipulate them?" Clayton asked. They all thought because they were the target but they chose to attack their partner instead of starting when they saw his eyes. Gavin shrugged as all the attention was on him. "I just want to eat them at that time then they react like that." Zera's eyes widened when he spoke English but he didn't ask any more questions.

As he placed it against his face, the world dissolved. Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows, painting the Chapel of First Light in hues of gold and crimson. Kaelen knelt before the altar, completing morning prayers as he had countless times before. His armour gleamed, polished to mirror brightness, the emblem of House Dawnblade proudly displayed on his tabard. "Rise, Knight-Captain," came a familiar voice. Aldric stood in the doorway, his weathered face bearing none of the trauma that captivity would later carve into it. This was memory, perfect and pristine, unsullied by knowledge of what would come.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

There, barely visible in the blue light, stood a figure dressed in a dark cloak. Motionless. Watching. Marcus immediately raised his pistol. “Show yourself.” The figure didn’t move. Instead, a familiar voice echoed through the chamber. “You’ve come farther than I expected.” Claire’s expression hardened. “The Raven.” The cloaked figure inclined his head. “You’ve been chasing the wrong journal.” Amelia frowned. “You stole Nathaniel Ashcroft’s confession.” “I borrowed it.” “Why?” The Raven took one slow step into the light. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth black mask shaped like the head of a raven.