Red Knight Novels & Stories

"Wuuuuuu!. Go Avengers!. North! north! north!." The girls began to chant my name as always. Inwardly I was less concerned, especially now that I know who my mate is. I glanced around the field for her, she'd better be here to watch her Knight lose while she's going to become my Servant. "And here we have the Red rebels coming in, hurray." Knight and his other team members sashayed into the yard, with hair dripping of water or was it sweat. Knight is the only one with red hair, I don't know why they named it Red Rebels anyways.

"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."

Ostana leaned forward, almond eyes looking even smaller as she squinted in thought; Laker let his hand rest comfortably upon her knee and watched his mate, no doubt their wolves communicating. “Allerick, that name was only written once but he wasn’t an Alpha Knight,” “Then what was he?” Laker spoke all of our thoughts aloud. “Allerick was a King.”

He had been staring directly into my eyes since I sat down and I wondered how intimidating he must have thought it was. ‘’ How badly do you want Christopher Rhinehart dead?’’ He finally asked and I had to school my face to remain expressionless. He probably wanted to strike the the- enemy – of – my -enemy – is – my – friend deal with me, but vampires in general were my enemies, I didn’t have specific dislikes and I was beginning to prefer the Rhineharts to vampires who hid out in dusty buildings and sat on Cain chairs -- but then, everyone preferred the rich.

I tease. To my delight, the wolf laughs, the sound deep and throaty. “Tonight’s going to be a lot of fun.” Strangely, I believe him. “Look after the fur babies,” I call out to Caleb as I make my way to the door. Knight jumps up from behind the sofa. “I beg your pardon! I am a knight, and knights do not have fur. Nor do dragons. They have scales. In this instance, they have gold scales. Not fur, you imbecile.”

It was a young girl and she was naked; dirt and leaves clung to her hair and body and she looked deathly afraid. “Take her inside,” Blaise said as he pushed forward and I shifted and lunged towards the border of trees on the side of the house. I caught their scent and they turned and ran as soon as they saw me. Blaise was pretty hard to miss, he was much larger than an Alpha wolf and his fur was a mixture of light blue and gray like Onyx, but Blaise’s eyes were violet.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... " the gaint storms right away facing towards the guy lying right on him, as if he is a gaint bed for him to rest. Startled by the loud voice the small guy lifted his hoodie and peeked at the person he clashed with fear. Something in those eyes caught the attention of that furious gaint. "Woah... what is with those eyes, I feel something weird".... Shaking off that thought which crossed through the giant's mind as fast as it came through, Realizing that the position they were in, he tries to get up hurriedly.

There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal. Shifting his gaze to the group of people gathered around them, he saw his brother beside the stage with his mother. They were talking to a guy dressed in a military uniform but Kaylus couldn't pick up what they were conversing about. He noticed his brother was starting to feel irritated but he could see that Reymönd was trying his best to keep his composure. They were approached by a couple of nobles lead by an elderly woman with grey hair held up in a bun. She was wearing a violet overcoat and her neck was embraced by a scarf made of white fur. As she held her hand, it showed a ring with an eagle symbol on i