Silhouette Knights 소설 & 이야기

A uniquely crafted helmet, its visor dark and impenetrable, crowned its head, and beneath the shadows of the armor, a faint purple light flickered, a heartbeat of arcane energy. The figure turned, its gaze fixed upon me, a silent challenge in its unblinking stare. “Kid,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips, “if you acknowledge me as your master, kneel.” The Bone Knight, newly birthed into this world, stood before me, a towering figure of bone and shadow. I’d forgive its initial hesitation, this flicker of independent thought. But disobedience? That wouldn’t be tolerated. A metallic clang echoed as the knight’s joints shifted, the purple light within its helmet pulsed, and with a heavy thud, i

We also had to deal with this in a much calmer way and must not panic. 'Let's begin, Rachelle.' I nodded my head. Let's see... All in all, Claude brought a dozen of royal knights with him. That included Silver. I have an elite battle commander from the Eagle Mist. Then, I have myself. Then, Claude who was injured right now. Each of the royal knights, except Silver, was holding a shield. They were forming a defense formation by creating a tortoise-shaped shield. This was useful since we didn't know where they were going to attack next.

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes that looked very much like Lucian: Faline Liu, the Knight of Rushing Stream; A man in bronze skin with bulky build: Iwaoka, the Knight of Twilight; Another woman with beastly arms and legs, grinning at them, particularly at Tara Jōn: Tara, the Knight of the Wild Beasts, and; A man in his old age but still strong as the other Knights: Hunter, the Knight of Hollow Earth. Behind them were a total of fifty men and women, all of them had gray eyes and brown hair, and donned in white armor with the insignia of the long lost tribe. They were led by the legendary Water Kryst, Neptos. Clive breathe out an amazement. "The Rein Tribe." Kirsten had a surprise on her

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

The fortress was gone, leaving behind only a person entirely uncovered, waiting in the shadows. Clara moved across the mattress, her movements fluid and unhurried in the moonlight. She wore only a soft, oversized silk slip that slid effortlessly against her skin. There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay.

Ken said trying to calm me down. The Knights is a group of five Sins famous for strength and unity. The members are King, Queen, Heart, Spade, and Ace, the leader. As of now, The Knights are on top of the leader board after defeating us last month. I’ve been aiming to challenge Ace again but the rules won’t allow two team members in combat consecutively. The combat schedules are made by the MC’s and they made a system wherein a no Sins will fight again within a span of four months. That means I have to wait to be able to fight Ace again. Deep in me, this combat doesn’t mean that much. I just came here to see her again. I wanted to know who she really is. I once had my doubts but things just

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."

Only a few have ever known of their existence—a group of elites among elites—the Shadows. As their name implied, they operated behind the scenes, carrying out confidential tasks while protecting the duke and his household. Though lauded for its exemplary order of knights, the House used the Shadows solely for missions that should never see light. Knights that uphold the House’s honor in the light and elites trained for assassinations and espionage in the shadows—this lethal dual force guarded the House of Winston. Sylvia had a hunch that the sole knight that kept following her around was one of those elites. Of course, she couldn’t outright ask. Thus, she could only continue to be wary of he

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.