Silhouette Knights Novels & Stories

She thought and saw one of the men aim right at Sullivan with the sharp blade in his hand. Sullivan dodged just in time and grabbed his arm. The man looked at him and dropped the knife only to catch it with his other hand and when he made to stab him with it, Sullivan kicked him by the joint, making him fall to his knees and then he used his hand to push his arm joint before turning it back in one motion. A crack was heard and the man’s hand dangled on its own without being able to control it. He held his shoulder as his face contorted in pain and he moved away from him.

"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

Then, slowly, they began disappearing. No bodies. No gunfire. Just vanishing. The outer guards stationed at the entrance—gone. One moment they were there, the next, the camera feed showed only empty space. The patrolling guards—one rounded a corner and never came back. The silent elegance of the operation sent a shiver down my spine. The Shadow Knights had arrived. Killian and his team were ghosts. No shadows, no sound. A guard near the gate twitched slightly before slumping against the wall. Unconscious. Another, near the main hallway, turned his head slightly—then froze, eyes glassy as he was dragged into the darkness.

The Lycan King raised his broadsword, pointing the blood-stained steel directly at the True King's face. "You think you understand the Northern Shadows, monster?" Silas snarled, his voice vibrating with a terrifying, unhinged frequency. "You think you can buy my loyalty with the blood of my Luna?" Silas reached up with his left hand, grabbing the heavy, silver-clasped dire-wolf cloak he wore over his armor. With a violent jerk, he ripped the clasp apart, tearing the symbol of his Kingship from his shoulders, and threw it into the freezing mud at Valerius’s feet.

It ended there without any injuries. ‘Will Scarlet stop at the same pose before injuring me?’ "Next!" The old knight's command broke the brief lull, his voice slightly slurred from the wine he'd been sipping. Scarlet chose a wooden club, a choice that seemed brutally efficient. In response, I opted for a wooden shield and sword, mirroring Danielle's earlier choice. Defense and offense, I thought, might give me a fighting chance. "Start now," came the command, and panic set in.

Their skin was the color of wet pavement, and their limbs moved with a jerky and uncoordinated speed that defied human anatomy. "Leo, fall back!" Killian roared, his Alpha shift occurring in an explosion of slate grey fur and silver light. The Silent Ones didn't attack with weapons or teeth. They surged forward in a synchronized wave, their bodies vibrating at a frequency that made my teeth ache. As they closed the distance, I realized they were acting as a collective antenna, pulling the lingering antagonistic static from the air and focusing it into a physical weapon. "I need to see the structure!" I shouted to Killian over the rising hum.

Sir Jowee orders. 'You are a bit older than we thought you would be when you came.' These words ring in their minds. More unanswered questions. Suddenly, a knight at the front holds up a fist halting. Michelle, Modei and Winter bump into each other stopping with everyone else. They are silent as the knights draw their swords. It is very silent around them. Too silent. Non dragons are each silently asking their creator to protect them. Their hearts beating so fast. The dragons are watchful of their surrounding, careful with every step they take. Sao has a four men shield around him. Lucky guy!

He looked at his son—the boy he had never known—and the first tear I had ever seen from him escaped his eye. “Leo...” Killian breathed. But the moment of peace didn’t last. From the entrance of the amphitheater, the sound of clapping echoed. Slow. Rhythmic. Mocking. Silas stepped out of the shadows. But he wasn’t alone. He was flanked by a dozen warriors in the same black-and-gold armor as the Northern Lycan Empire—but they were pointing their weapons at us. “Remarkable,” Silas said, his violet eyes glowing with a cold, terrifying intelligence. “The union of the Alpha and the Queen. The catalyst I’ve been waiting for.”

Some desperately fled, their appearance of elite warriors moments ago now a mere facade. "You dare to hurt my Dark Knights? I'll kill all of you!" Adrian's expression was indifferent, but his words were resounding. The Dark Knights looked at the not particularly tall Adrian, their hearts surging. Tears welled up in their eyes as they silently vowed to fight to the death for their leader. Ebonie, furious beyond measure, roared, "Damn it! Follow me and kill them all!" Behind him, the previously chaotic Sablewind calmed down and followed Ebonie into battle. With over six hundred members, they surged forward like a tidal wave, their gazes fierce.

And Dustin knew their Master, an infamous Chinese assassin. "Yes, Master. They were Dragon Knights," Scarlet Blade confirmed. Dustin's frown deepened. How the hell did Celine get involved with the Dragon Knights? He turned to Deadly Scythe. "Deadly Scythe, you're switching missions with Scarlet Blade." "But Master, I can handle my current mission—" "Shut up!" Dustin snapped, his glare cutting sharply at Scarlet Blade, who had interrupted. "I wasn't talking to you, so you have no right to speak."