Masked Knight Novels & Stories

Closing a circuit with that gaze made the petite blonde's heart skip, her cheeks colouring as she felt herself being drawn to the mysterious male. Lucas Wolfe was like the king of hell surrounded by his court of loyal brethren. Even with him sat in one of the large leather chairs it was obvious he was tall and well built. Despite the heat inside the club, he had a leather jacket on with patches placed carefully on the front. His acid washed grey t-shirt was pulled taut over his chest like a second skin and a pack pendant hung from a short but thick chain around his neck. He was sprawled in the seat like a true Alpha, hands resting on the arms and back relaxed against the comfortable seat. He

Regan A few months later; "If you are still unwilling to tell me who she is to you, I will make sure you won't ever get out of this place." There is nothing about him I don't know about, but still, his deep-set eyes look unrecognizable now that he looks unfamiliar to me. And I know I am the reason for the monster he turns himself into.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

Must be dreaming of something unpleasant. IN THE darkness of midnight, Shadow followed the code signs scattered in the streets to the alley and to a secret passage where no one will be able to see him or anyone he meets. He wore a mask so no one could recognize him. With this being too important to mess up, he needed to take every precaution he needed but one of the deals was he brought no guns or he died if he carried one. Dangerous yet he needed to do it. For Keisha. When he arrived at his destination, someone grabbed him by surprise by the neck and pushed him against the wall, and searched him for any weapons. He was clear and they let him go. He slowly turned around to pose no threat an

Madiea said, telling her what she was doing for Nearce. “Yes, and where are you going with this?” Jhonia responded to her and asked. “From what I know Kyhe Knight, the CEO of Sky is currently single. He needs sexual needs. Nearce didn't he had you, but he was too greedy, I will put my life on it. Kyhe it different from Nearce, a one hundred percent to death.” Madiea said with clearance telling her that Kyhe is different from Nearce.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

A uniquely crafted helmet, its visor dark and impenetrable, crowned its head, and beneath the shadows of the armor, a faint purple light flickered, a heartbeat of arcane energy. The figure turned, its gaze fixed upon me, a silent challenge in its unblinking stare. “Kid,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips, “if you acknowledge me as your master, kneel.” The Bone Knight, newly birthed into this world, stood before me, a towering figure of bone and shadow. I’d forgive its initial hesitation, this flicker of independent thought. But disobedience? That wouldn’t be tolerated. A metallic clang echoed as the knight’s joints shifted, the purple light within its helmet pulsed, and with a heavy thud, i

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,