Novels Knights Novels & Stories

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

However, the knights will never give their accepted hereditary goods, since time immemorial, to those who have always done evil by using black magic on humans. Most of them are the ones who always do evil and also often kill the human race for their food (dracula and werewolves). The human race itself is divided into two groups. The hunters—those who hunted and killed dracula and werewolves—and knights—were those from prominent families and kingdoms—who were tasked with killing witches using swords they had received from previous knights.

What! Mortals? Going to hell? Yang Xiao almost choked with laughter when he heard those words. He was a firm materialistic person. He did not believe in God, mortals, or hell. "Aren't you also a mortal? Go to hell now!" Yang Xiao glared at him, held his Dragon's Wrath Sword, and rushed forward. Obviously, the Knights of the Holy Court were different from other knights in Europe. Not only were the Holy Knights of the Holy Court equipped with light armor for their guards, but even their mounts and horses were also equipped with good saddles and equipment that could cover an area of more than 80% of the horse's body.

"She's the monster they warned us never to provoke." Fifty criminals had arrived believing they would hunt a helpless princess. Instead... They had unknowingly stepped into the hunting ground of the empire's most terrifying predator. --- Moments later... The sound of galloping horses echoed through the jungle. Marquis Dane Hens Chalde. Lord Raymond. Commander Noah. Along with dozens of Imperial Knights. They arrived expecting a desperate rescue. Instead... They froze. Every veteran knight stood motionless. These were soldiers who had survived countless battlefields.

I change myself, I can easily adapt to my surroundings easily so it can at least help me hide but just as I always said, Knights are not dumb. They are trained thrice than the normal training of a soldier and concur a lot of victory than the almighty adventurers. No one dares to defy a knight, that it makes the Hellbender luckiest among the luckiest when they left the port that time unharmed, and even took me with them. "Knights are not dumb," I added. "If you saw one, run for your life, as fast as you can. Remember it," I exclaimed. They all nodded in unison and readied themselves in entering the city.

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

he states, I just nod knowing this won’t end well, not for me. “Is everything okay?” I ask him, I know it wasn’t. “You know how you write stories?” he asks, I nod my head yes, I do know, I’m an author after all, I know all about stories, the happy and the sad ones. “Once upon a time, when I was even younger than you, I used to get in fights, not the regular fights Elle. The underground kind, of fights, you know?” he says with a smirk, I think I knew what he means.