Masked Knight Novels & Stories

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,

It proved to the citizens of Chadel that no one was safe, and Old Jamie would find you, steal your hard earned progress, and then kill you. "You gotta be kidding. Jamie was the demon," asked Hill. "Then why are we here," said Jack getting impatient. "We're grave robbing," said Brett. "If you are looking for the mask—" "No, no, I ain't looking for the mask. I'm pretty sure the prince got that trophy." The mask was something James made. He had met Ravod Redmail, the master blacksmith. He was a dwarf that had crafted a legendary sword called Raiden's Bane. A blade that had the attribute to summon lightning with each attack. It was now passed on from Emperor to Emperor.

The general of the knights, a female with a particularly flashier helm than the rest of the knights and a long straight platinum hair tied in high ponytail, ordered the knights to gather and be prepared for attack. They were all terrified and confused. Anxious even. Then there’s us. “I can’t… Really see what caused that noise.” I tried to stretch my neck to see beyond the kingdom wall. Genius move, me. Very genius. “Unless we shift back into dragons, we won’t be able to see anything beyond the kingdom walls. Try heighten your senses and see a little further than normal.” Clairmont was looking at a certain direction. I followed his gaze to see an alleyway between the butcher shop and the fish

Multiple heart seekers rush into the forest, stomping on the broken woods and splitting the blades of grass. The ground shakes from the rushing heart seekers. The stamped has so much force that the grass and dirt elevate before crashing back down. Among the creatures in the forest, two pairs of feet rush on a trail. Sticks and rocks along with metal boots bash on the ground. Both creatures wear a black knight suit itched with golden outlines along the shoulders and torso. Their armor looks thin as opposed to heavy alterations of a traditional knight plate mail but what separates tradition is the animal helms and the mechanical goggles. One of the helms is in the shape of a wolf, sculpt perfe

Night Blade’s second in command explained seeing the confusion on everyone’s face “It is large enough to hide an army.” “Keep this on your person.” Mage 001 handed out a crystal that was shaped like a petal as he explained “if you are in trouble or caught, smash this and I will know.” He pointed at the circular disc in his hand “This will glow when any one of these are broken and will also give me an estimate of the location.” Just as they were ordered, they abseiled in pairs, one from Night Blade’s team and one from Night Mage’s team formed a pair. But as they abseiled, they all looked the same; all wore a metal mask that covered their whole face with the exception of eyes.

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

But his eyes weren't infatuated with her, it spewed pure hate. He had set his eyes on his target, the only game he would be playing and would desire to emerge victorious. "Miral Chandravanshi. I hate you and I am going to make you suffer. You just wait and watch!"

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.