Masked Knight Novels & Stories

He'd been fattening up for months. “I knew you’d come,” he said. “The middle-blood always chooses the hunt.” My fists clenched, the pendant blazing hot against my chest. “And you chose the wrong enemy.” Shattered Masks What followed was chaos. Kael lunged first, his claws ripping through one guard before another slammed him into the wall. Grayson met Nikolai head-on, blades sparking against claws. Janie’s voice rose in a furious chant, the air crackling with energy as she tried to break the chains holding the captives.

Adalwolf asked "That is why I am here, father. It's a success," He told his father. Yes "Audolf, is it true?" "Yes! my Lord," "Who is she then?" "It's Mara. A Lady Mara of Volde Pack," "Volde Pack?" His father asked, alarmed. "Yes!" Leowulf replied smiling "Audolf, is it the Volde of Horgan?" "Yes!" Audolf replied. Leowulf wondered what the sudden alertness his father just raised was all about. Truly, he knows the forty three main packs, their symbols, their motto, and their Alpha. But he doesn't know what happens between Alphas. He doesn't even know what happens in court.

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.

The Hunter. His body was wrapped in black armor laced with silver threads that shimmered under moonlight. At his back hung two swords forged from obsidian and celestial steel—known as twin fang breakers. His face was hidden behind a mask that bore the crest of the Moon’s Eye: a sign of ancient judgment. He stopped at the crest of a ridge and stared down at the glowing borders of the Obsidian pack below. “The Moonbreaker rises,” he murmured. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—hooded, feminine, voice low.

In an instant, on the island next to Arcadia Island, the mausoleum of the Clarke family’s first madam, Charlotte Larson. The gates of the mausoleum opened as teams of Dragon Knights dressed in red robes embroidered with golden dragons marched forth! In an instant, these Dragon Knights walked on the sea and in the air, heading to all countries and regions. Everywhere they went, no one could avoid them. That was because they carried the Golden Order from the Clarke family’s head! After this, all countries in the world would receive the Golden Order from Roger Clarke. When the countries at the border saw the Dragon Knights, they were terrified and offered compensation before retreating a hundre

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.

The knights are out but from the renovation it is obvious they would be back. Moving with my head hanging low and my hands folded I stumbled upon an iron surface, a ting of pain as I looked up , meeting with that of an emerald pair, the face void of a smile. Anakim, the one who seems to despise the sight of me. The iron surface, his knights' regalia. In a world filled with foes he has managed to top them all. He never hesitates to cast me the deadliest glares, he wasn't the most delighted to hear of the news of me becoming a Royal's closest maid servant.

It was indeed … a trap. Arth swallowed hard the lump on his throat. He could not believe that Tristan was a member of the Frostguarde. All five of them were dressed in cerulean-colored cloak, even the Divine Knight himself. One of them had a middle-aged face of a man, holding a long blue spear. Another member was a red-haired lady wielding a brown staff. That was all what Arth could notice, as his arms were already trembling with fear and exhaustion. Divine Knight Kael removed the hood of his cloak, revealing his black hair fixed backward. His lips formed a smirk as he looked at Arth, amused.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

they feel like a pool of blood! " Are you really going to fight with your flock?" The other man asked _Nickel_ sarcastically To answer him, Mars this time closing his eyes, patient himself so as not to kill them "First, I'm not going to fight you two, but I'll kill you, and secondly, she's my companion. Why don't you understand? But I don't blame you, of course dogs like you wouldn't disobey old Darkle's orders."