Samhain Knights Novels & Stories

"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

Forcing him to look into my eyes I softly said, " Do you know these knights ?" Perriere roamed his eyes around the prison, the sight of unconscious knights made him shiver in coldness. I know how scared of death Duke Perriere is. Just like Noah! " A...W-Who are they...?" Glaring at him I replied," They're royal knights of the Bliaviroth empire. Warriors of noble Shadowed pack who Noah sent as test subjects to vampires." " W-What do you mean...?" His face turned white as I increased my strength on his jaws. Perriere held my hand, trying to release my fingers off his face.

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

It was the calling card of the expedition, of paths awaiting him and his brother's feet. “I am the leader of a secret order of knights.” The eyes of both lads went wide. They felt they were living inside one of their campfire adventures. It takes a second or two for the new information to sink in, even though it was right before their eyes, larger than the reality of life. Surprise doesn't cover. It has been a rumor among the battalions but they never thought it would be real. “We are also a holy order, commissioned by the great knight Father Cornelius with a sacred quest: the extensive downfall of the vampire, witches and other supernatural beings and their followers.”

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.

All supernatural creatures should be found and gotten rid of. I read everything I can find and reach out to all my contacts, and I find out everything I can about this legend. Their names are Ravana Nyx,Aamon Nyx, Abaddon Nyx,Runihura Nyx, Samael Noctis, and Morgoth Noctis. Ravana and Runihura are the identical twin sisters. Aamon and Abaddon are the fraternal twin brothers. Then Samael and Morgoth are the unknown evil on this story the worst by far, but no details in anything I've found really. I decide this isn't getting me anywhere right now, and maybe I should head home. When my phone rings and it's the person I wanted to talk to the most about all of this .

After that, they will be crowned as the Alphas of their pack officially. The Knight brothers took the knife from him. Dominic cut his hand first, followed by Xavier and Aiden. The cut they made was deep and red crimson blood flowed from their hand. None of them flinched even for a moment as they cut their palm. It was like it didn't matter to them. They are so used to blood and injuries that the small cut is of no existence to them. The Knights held their hands up in the air and mixed their bloods. "Today, we take the oath to carry the legacy of our Kingdom and rule with sincerity, power and strength." Dominic said addressing the crowd, his face was stoic but he meant every word he said.

he responded, his words carrying a sense of respectful concern. "Tsk. Shit..." That was a problem. The elite knights, clandestinely dedicated to the service of every lycan prince, posed a challenge that couldn't be taken lightly. Their exceptional skills allowed them to swiftly identify and neutralize any potential threat. Once their attention was drawn to something awry, the perpetrator's fate was sealed—hunted down relentlessly until they met their demise and were laid to rest on the unforgiving earth.

“They call themselves The Black Knights. They are not businessmen. They are monsters. They cover their sins by forming false partnerships, but in truth, they are traffickers. They deal in human lives—young girls stolen from their homes, smuggled away under the guise of trade routes.” My body stiffened. My breath grew shallow. “No…” I whispered, horrified. My hands trembled so badly I almost closed the laptop, but Amber stopped me. “Keep watching,” she urged, though her own face was pale with shock. I swallowed hard, and tried to focus on the screen.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.