Samhain Knights Novels & Stories

They all shook their heads and looked apologetic. “Excuse me Sir Ethan, Ma’am Klaress, how can I help you?” Samantha who just came in, asked us. “Hi Miss Sam, we’re actually looking for Abby, have you seen her?” Klaress asked. “Oh, I’ve been looking for her too.” She said sounding so dismayed. “I asked her to get some wine glasses in the storage room but she hasn’t returned until now.” “Where?” I asked again. “Storage room,” She said. “ But I doubt if she’s still there, it has been almost an hour since she went there.”

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

The witches did, but that's a whole other can of worms to be opened another day. But most importantly, the face of the company. Who could forget them? The knights. When you think hunter, those huge brick for brain idiots in black and silver was what came to mind. The knights went to war and did all the physical aspect of a hunters' job and were the only ones who did any actual regular fighting. During Kostov's time, they were all there was to the hunters. Until Stravos became their leader and gave them a more definitive structure.

The night has come for Hannock to give orders about attacking the lovely village his niece and nephew built. There's no stopping him now and although he knows it resides within Yami, he does not care. What does the King of Yami have? His demon knights? Well Hannock has got devils that are starving for more bloodshed. "Tonight we attack my sister's precious little village!" Hannock announced to his new subjects. "Execute everyone you see!" The devils shouted their excitement, raising their big axes made of wood and stone stringed together and their machetes. Each of their mouth plasters a big grin.

Clop. From the crimson depths of the forest, three silhouettes emerged, silhouetted against the dying embers of my magma fire. They were massive, clad in ornate, blood-stained silver armor that seemed to pulse with a heartbeat of its own. They rode nightmarish steeds—beasts of shadow and exposed bone, their eyes glowing with the same corrupted red light as the Progenitors. "The Crimson Knights," Valerius hissed, his voice trembling as he leaned against a charred pine. "The Sires' personal executioners. They don't track by scent, Killian. They track by the resonance of your soul."

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

*** (Him) In the dark, overwhelming shadows, glided a figure in a black robe, his golden eyes rimmed with blood red as he watched Rory walking together with the hidden angel. He saw as the girl looked smilingly and his heart burned. Blight! Here was the destiny, falling in place. Like a long lost puzzle coming together, it was all coming together, finally. Samhain. Samhain is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker-half" of the year. Darker half of the year would be when his war for darkness, for blood would start. The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "The Shadowed Knights. They said they were stirring in the darkness." Lysander, who had been unusually quiet since arriving, suddenly straightened in his chair. "Did you say Shadowed Knights?" "You've heard of them?" Kael asked sharply. "Only in the oldest texts. Legends, really. Stories about a coalition of supernatural outcasts who rejected the traditional hierarchies." His usual dramatic flair was completely absent as he spoke. "They were supposedly wiped out centuries ago during the Great Purge."

I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.