Red Knight Novels & Stories

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes that looked very much like Lucian: Faline Liu, the Knight of Rushing Stream; A man in bronze skin with bulky build: Iwaoka, the Knight of Twilight; Another woman with beastly arms and legs, grinning at them, particularly at Tara Jōn: Tara, the Knight of the Wild Beasts, and; A man in his old age but still strong as the other Knights: Hunter, the Knight of Hollow Earth. Behind them were a total of fifty men and women, all of them had gray eyes and brown hair, and donned in white armor with the insignia of the long lost tribe. They were led by the legendary Water Kryst, Neptos. Clive breathe out an amazement. "The Rein Tribe." Kirsten had a surprise on her

Of course Crowley Driggs had a second hidden ability. He knew I had magic, but he didn’t know what kind. That was a relief I held tight to my chest. And that mess with Evangeline’s father? Good goddess. I needed to have a conversation with her and in person. “Someone play darts with me.” Knight’s silky voice carried a hint of a slur. A dart board was attached to the far wall beside the bar. I hadn't the faintest clue how it had gotten there or why. “Or I’ll take down the plane.” That part he sang, shadows swirling around his fingers. He lifted his head; his neck bent awkwardly over the armrest of a chair. His eyes weren’t gold anymore, but the color of dark ink. I felt a chill snake down my

The retinue felt a terrifying presence behind them and to their surprise, Kent is still alive but something was deeply wrong. Kent’s body had mutated greatly in his time inside the gate as his fingers turned to claws, tougher than steel, and his eyes glowed with a bright bloody hue. The Knights were conflicted about whether to kneel before their hero but their instincts scream out to fight for their lives. They all stood eye to eye as their lord stood silently as his eyes burned red he unleashed a powerful roar that shook the entire realm apart. Like a rabid wolf, the Knight lashed out in wrath striking the venerable champion with his blade despite being made of flesh and bone.

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

I wanted him to win because I definitely didn't want a prize from his brother. Jack ended up getting three out of the six while his brother got all six targets. The vendor gave Jack a Christmas headband with little yellow lights on it, while, of course, Sean won the Minion. "I do believe this is for you, Princess," he said, handing it to me. I smiled and shoved it back to him, and he stumbled a little from the force. "I think you should give this to your girlfriend," I answered, pointing to Bertha, who was talking to an older man.

I could feel their protective instincts just like my father could sense the aura, including their intentions and emotions, of animals in general. “There you two are,” a guy huffed, looking at the dogs. Haleen had her arm laced with the guy’s arm. Ziyah walked with them and leaned against Dante’s chest. “I would like you all to meet Klayrn. He and his pack relocated here and will be rebuilding it here, much like Dante’s pack did when they relocated to Nightshade,” Ziyah introduced us. Klayrn was a little bit taller than Dante. His body was lean but still held a muscular physique. His skin reminded me of dark chocolate. He had red hair that was pulled back into a man bun. Those eyes though wer

Because Richard's family is part of the elite group in the Knights, Aleksander will marry us. Next to Richard are his two younger brothers, Zakh and Malik. Like the rest of the men here from the Knights, they're all wearing the black knight's tunic, which has the silver Raventhorn crest embossed on the chest. I try to focus on how handsome and happy Richard looks, but seeing him in that uniform reminds me that the Knights are a secret society. A powerful one dating back to the Viking age who now owns the Komarovski Bratva. As well as leading the Knights, Aleksander Ivanov is also the Pakhan of the Komarovski and the man we all answer to.

She stayed on the couch, staring out the sliding glass door. As he entered his room, he saw Tryna standing by his bed, her head and shoulders the only part of her visible over the mattress. However, she was not alone. Towering beside her was an elf who caused Rhychard's blood to boil instantly. Kendalais. He tied his long, blond hair back in a queue with leather dyed gold, revealing his elven ears. His blond brows started upward over ocean blue eyes as he stared at the Warrior. The elven knight stood in glistening armor, and Rhychard was acutely aware he was still in his smiley face boxers. He could have sworn he noticed Tryna blushing, if faeries blushed, but he knew it wasn't because of hi