Silhouette Knights Novels & Stories

Others shift in their seats, nerves frayed by what's missing. Ahead and slightly left of the raised platform, that is where we stand. Not hidden, not overlooked - seen clearly. Stiff as stone, Noah fills the tall chair, his frame tense, each angle saying how badly he wants a sword instead of silence. Black clothes him head to toe, nothing soft about it. Only break in the dark: a silver clasp fastened at his neck, shaped like the Wingknight beast, hammered fresh by hands from the northlands. He does not seem humble here. More like victory made still, seated against its will.

The presence of these warrior knights seemed to be the only thing left in the world! Such a terrifying sight was simply a weapon of siege! The knights were charging over! In the sky, the blonde king of disciples had a stern look in his eyes as he looked down at Fulton, who was drowning in a sea of attacking knights! This was his strongest attack!

The servant who was on Aesthelia's side stepped forward with a wooden dagger in her hand. At first glance, that person looked like an assassin, but on second thought, it looked like a shadow knight. An empirial secret organization, knights that hide in the shadows. From the outfit and the way they entered without creating a ruckus, not drawing anyone's attention seems like they were trained highly enough as the best of the best warriors. "It has become a royal duty to keep training hunters." The emperor stated, expressionless. He had the wooden dagger in his hand as he slowly approached the table where the vampire king was sitting.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

"I'm thinking about the end. The perfect, quiet end." "It's not an end, Gianna," Nevan said, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of a hundred years of shared blood and shared wine. "It's a legacy. We are the Silent Kings. And as long as we are here, the dark will never take the garden." The final chapter of the Lane and the Shield was not written in the stars, but in the silence of a Sicilian night.

"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

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

"Don't let anyone touch you, and don't take your mask… and win." "I will," she smiled and giggled at her cute husband, then went out the door. The same serious knight from before escorted her again, but this time, she already knew his name. He was Neo and he was the captain of the Shadow Knights, a private army under the strict orders of the Duke of Kobach, not even the King or Master Jin could command them. They had sworn loyalty to the Duke and his orders were to be followed to the letter. "Thank you, Neo," she smiled as the tall knight was prepared to follow her inside, "I can go alone."