Red Knight Novels & Stories

Aria closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze, her lips unconsciously puckering up. His ringtone sounded loudly, startling Aria. With his arms still around her waist, he picked up. Yes, the first word tinged with irritation, Ok I’m on my way. I have to leave Yes, that’s alright. I’ll see you tonight, he left but not before stealing a light peck. It was only after he left that Aria finally breathed. Had he always been like this? She’d obviously heard of Roman Knight, but he was always described as a ruthless man with no patience or tolerance for anyone. The fact that unlike those second-generation heirs, he’d never had any scandal with a woman, made people question his sexual

“Then we find them.” They moved through the garrison, clearing rooms, checking for traps. Nothing. No survivors, no attackers. Just the circle and the bodies. Ryn found it in the barracks. A scrap of cloth, black with a silver thread. Not Drayce’s crest. “New player,” she said, handing it to Kade. Kade held it up to the light. “House Kael,” he said quietly. Ryn’s eyes narrowed. “Kael didn’t sign the terms.”

Knights were gathered in clusters—some sharpening blades, some stirring pots over low fires. “Lady Abby!” One of the younger knights waved me over, holding out a small crate. “Mana stones and monster materials,” he said proudly. “Already sorted.” I accepted the crate with a nod. Inside, I could see the dull gleam of stones—half of them still warm from battle. Fangs. Claws. Even a few blackened feathers from one of the rift beasts. “Good work,” I said, voice steady. Alaric stepped up beside me again, glancing down into the crate.

He pressed the tip into his own palm and drew a deep, jagged line. His blood was different. It wasn't gold. It was a deep, shimmering **Violet**—the color of the corruption, the color of the knight who had survived a hundred deaths. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "You're the Origin," Rowan said, his voice steady even as his face went pale. "You provide the 'Structure.' I’m the Donor. I provide the 'Weight.' Together, we aren't just writing a story. We’re writing a **Law**."

His expression held a mixture of confidence and an underlying intensity that hinted at his powerful nature. The crest of House Blackfire, emblazoned proudly on the king’s cloak, portrayed a giant dragon spitting fire. The emblem was a reflection of their fierce reputation and their legendary status in the North. The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination.

Waiting sustains an unshakable expectation in my chest, Nigrum is the first sector that shows me a certain warmth and will of its population; funny because it's the second poorest in Atlanta even though it's extremely important for the country, maybe in my government I can change a lot of things around here, however right now all I can do is feel this energy that emanates from the arena that awaits the girl who will fight for the crown, I'm standing in front of the podium; my gaze remains serious as usual, my eyebrows are drawn together expressing the severity of my soul, I stare at the bottom where a floor of dry sand stretches out; the presenter enters at this moment with an extremely exag

the knight muttered, "This is a misunderstanding. How about you let me go so we talk this out" "Theres nothing to talk about. And i have a clear understanding of the situation" Morgan told him, "You were captured by the yetis and i for trespassing. You should know your kind is forbidden here. You Dornish pigs" "Yeah the Dornish are pigs but im not a Dornish knight" said knight. "You're a knight right? You're dressed like one" Morgan said. "Well sort of" the knight said. Morgan sighed,"You're all the same to me. You're all scum"

Her thoughts short lived as Ezekiel got knocked down hard making him roar as he rolled, Tala coughed violently taking big gusts of air to restore herself, the first thing that came to her was "Ray!?" She looked to see a knight, clad in crimson armor, plates and chainmail, and oddly, a very close resemblance to the one who's name she just called. "My God! Do you all have no honor! I'm starting to get sick of myself watching you slay these dogs, I would vomit here right now!" Vlad screamed at Ezekiel. He looked at Gallant still standing with the heart of the other woman "Pathetic" "Vlad!?" He yelled dropping the heart.

He said seriously. "What the fuck bro? I'm not a donkey!" He growled. "Says the man who dressed up as a donkey at my birthday party when I was 14." Max deadpanned. "I thought it was a dressing up party!" He reasoned. "Whatever, Jay this is Jake, Zach and Lydia son. And Jake this is my g—" "I already know my dear prince, you are his girlfriend, the queen it's such an honour to meet you. I am Jake Jacobs, the strongest knight in Raven." He introduced himself.

she declared. Tiana did not even take a long while to think about a name. unlike Yalck who was all dark brown, this griffin has other colors mixed in her body is dark brown but her neck has hint of white and a distant red color… Tiana thought to herself. since she could not name Yalck as it was already named, she will give his other eight griffins beautiful and unique name according to their gender.