Red Knight Novels & Stories

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.

Their lair is close enough to the fallen kingdom but it does not waver them because the place is long forgotten. A grin is plastered on Luther's face while watching the rogues train. They need to train more to be ready for another battle. They knew that their prince would not stop until he got what he desired. Their prince wishes to rebuild the fallen kingdom of Vinfort and resurrect the long-forgotten wolf pack. Luther Grim moved to the other side of the camp, arms crossed, watching the newly recruited warriors train. And an evil grin appeared on his lips once more because he knows that these warriors will be declared members of their wolf pack in a matter of days.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion. ....and there are many of us...many too identical... • • RED INK EP 30: Where two roads shall meet • •

The men seemed to be frozen, and their helmets up in the sky. “They would move if they felt sound waves touching them or I can assume that Elijah may have brushed against them.” She said, and I frowned. Blake tightened his grip around me, keeping his eyes on the knight. The knight’s eyes were shimmering, a deep shade of red under the helmet, but he didn’t move.

“Represent?” “Belonging. Welcoming. There other knights come here often in sorrow or loneliness or injured. Such things,” He nodded to the tree as he reached in the crate and retrieved another crystal. Fingers plucking to untangle the bit of string attached to it. “Can help heal their wounds. Whatever kind they may be.” “This place is infinitely strange!” She protested. “Who are these knights? I’ve seen them come and go.” “My brethren.” “You do this for them?”

they all said together. Unlike the first night we saw each other, their voices seemed… gentler this time. But I could be wrong. I looked away. “Please don’t call me that. I’m no longer a princess. Just call me Katniss.” “We could do that but His Grace would kick all of us out. Therefore, until he tells us to quit, you will remain our princess. By the way, you can call me Onyx. This one is Drake,” he fondly said and pointed at the man with gray eyes. “And the one beside him is Khal. We are His Grace’s knights. The others are on duty at the moment. You will meet the rest of the knights later.”

"Maybe when it comes to red drakes, but as the Fotiadis we have a wider gamma of choices for a beast to ride" Looking at the stables manager, Herion nodded. "Bring it here!" Said the manager while looking into a room well isolated inside the stables. GROAAAA!! A bipedal creature was dragged out of the room by 2 knights holding its neck with glowing chains. A shivering roar as a greeting. Its body was protected with an armor of black scales and 2 slim arms equipped with sharp claws and complemented by a large jaw of dreadful teeth. Her long tail had its end in the shape of a heart-piercing spear.

Ruth cackled loudly, and Gray sent me an amused look my way. “Sis, Are you shitting me right now? Are you implying that he's not your boyfriend?” I blushed so hard, I didn't even realize Gray had pulled me towards his chest, patting my head like I am a kid. Jonathan's eyes were watching warily. “I am Gray Westmore. Nice to meet you, Jonathan. And Yes, I am Meredith's man.” God, I wish the ground would swallow me up. Why couldn't he just say ‘boyfriend’ like a normal person?

"House Dreylorn. "Their sigil, a crimson claw jumped out of the page. More than anyone, Queen Nox knew that the Dreylorn's would be pushing a match with one of her daughters and their only son, Drystan Dreylorn — feathers, hair, and talons were as dark as his convictions, eyes the color of blood... under moonlight, they could look black, she supposed. The queen considered his looks, for a Raven, he was dashingly handsome. Then after a brief moment of consideration of the young noble, whose name she did not need to read to know, that's who House Dreylorn would be sending...