Red Knight Novels & Stories

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

I The border with Kirdan, stretched as long as the eye could see, the ground trembled with their gallop. They rode without rest, for days, swift as a wind, for they must deliver a message to Albin. Important news await, which he alone must hear. Their armors were the same; hard to spot the difference between them, the heraldry, which hung on their right shoulder, was the same; a yellow turtle on a green field, the sigil of House Transin. The bull horn-helmed knight stopped for a moment, looked at the worn-down signpost. His dark green eyes looked at the names on the board. He mounted his steed, turned to the other direction and galloped, the others followed in toe.

Idiot. Rochefort - Tell the Supreme Commander that when next we meet, I'll be the ruler of Eden. Kuro - Right... I'll do that. When he finished asking his questions, the Black Knight faded away into the shadows in the same manner he had appeared. Rochefort - Now, let's finish this up. Rochefort shifted gears and removed his eyepatch. It had gotten twisted, and he intended to put it back on properly. His normally hidden eye was imprinted with the crest of a snake eating its own tail.

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.

"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."

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.”

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. Blaise caught up to the first wolf in seconds and I smelled the decaying scent of a rogue strongly even as I watched from the back of my own mind. Blaise bit down on his neck as he kept running and snapped it as he lunged at the second wolf. He didn’t fare any better than the first wolf and died quickly as Blaise severed his head from his body.

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.

He looked up, his storm-grey eyes traveling from her stilettos, up the slash of red silk, to her fierce, mismatched eyes. He didn't look impressed. He didn't look charmed. He looked suspicious. On the side of his neck, just visible above his collar, was the black ink of a tattoo: a Rose without thorns. Vespera stood her ground, the red queen standing before the dark knight. "Mr. Hale," she said, her voice clear and ringing in the silence. Cyprian leaned back, swirling his whiskey. A corner of his mouth ticked up, not in a smile, but in a challenge.