Silhouette Knights Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

“Mr Phoenix Sam Knight and his brother Carlos Knight come from a generation of mafia lords. They have been passing down this illegal business by the tradition of killing whoever is in the position of power. Killing his son would have been an easy task that he wouldn't have thought twice before doing since he was basically trained to end the life of his family members. Not only was mister night involved in drug trafficking, sex trafficking, and illegal weapon selling, he was also involved in assassination. Mr Phoenix Knight is an assassin that goes with the name ‘Silence.' This name was given to him because of the way he killed his victims. He silently sneaks up on them and kills them before

I closed my eyes, hoping that a nap could put my mind at ease. ------------------------------------ Tony's POV: "It's time. Don't disappoint me." The lady, whose name I learned to be as Ophelia, addressed us. We were standing right outside the city. No one was around in this part of the land. "You will follow the orders, without any exceptions. You will not think twice before killing someone unless they are a part of this group. Men, women, children, old people, you shall make no discrimination. It's either their lives or yours. Choose wisely." Ophelia repeated the exact same words as she did before. But the atmosphere was different now, there was anticipation and fear in the air. But worse

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

"They aren't marching to war, Soren. Look at their banners." Through the shimmering heat-signature of the high canopy, the embassy emerged. They did not move with the chaotic, wet frenzy of the blood-born, nor did they carry the heavy iron weapons of the shifters. They rode massive, pale-gray steeds that didn't leave a single hoofprint in the wet heather. The knights wore armor meticulously forged from silver oak—lightweight, impenetrable, and humming with a cold, ancient enchantment that deflected the natural shadows of the forest. Above them billowed the pristine, silk banners of the High Courts, displaying the ancient crest of the Tuatha Dé Danann from a time before humanity had ever lear

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. ********

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

Each swing of their swords passed through the air with eerie precision, and though they looked solid, their movements had weightlessness of ghosts. Damian roared as one struck him across the shoulder. He retaliated with a dagger, but it passed through the knight as though through mist. “What the—?” He snarled, staggering back. “Damian!” Laura shouted. He turned toward her, his face bloodied, his eyes wide with relief and confusion. “Laura?” Hope clung to her, the crystal glowing brightly at the sight of him. Then Laura froze, the faces of the knights were hollowed, ethereal and trapped between worlds. They weren’t living men at all.

LOCATION : WASTELANDS, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ENGLISH CHANNEL ( FORMERLY FRANCE) TIME : 5:30PM DATE : 15TH FEBRUARY, 2077AD DRAKE / SHADOW KING : That’s right show me what you are made of ( He remarks with a chuckle as he watches the mirror before him amused at the sight he beheld)… show me the glorious power of this holy weapons of yours, oh great and mighty Holy knights. Show me the extent to which you can use them for that information would prove useful to me when I set out to destroy you lot ( He remarks with a conniving smile) SHIVA : Was there really a need to introduce yourself to the knights??.... We could have continued calling the shots from the shadows, isn’t that why we resurre

The appearance of the "Draft One Silas" was a "Narrative Abomination" that turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of shifting chronologies. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a titan of pure, unadulterated "Alpha Arrogance." He wore the original Blackwood armor, polished to a mirror sheen, and his eyes were two solid pools of stormy grey that held no "Biological Remorse." He carried the "True Silver Dagger," and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified."