The Ruined Death Knight Novels & Stories

Zale said, earning a nod from him. After a couple of minutes, Zale was talking to Damien about his life and business in foreign country when suddenly the lights got shut entirely and a white spotlight flashed. "Zia is here," Zale's words peered into Damien's ear which made him turn his head around and follow the direction of the spotlight which stopped at the upper stairs and fell on that person standing above it. His malicious green orbs finally got to see that person on whose existence he had staked his claim before even that existence came into being……ZIA ALCAZAR…..

This was not mentioned by the Auctioneer. “Yes. My father was a Knight, and he failed to protect his people when an accident occurred. He was named the Failed Knight and died on that mission. Despite his veined sacrifice, the government threw us away because they had no use for us anymore now that our father was gone. My sister is sick, and she needed help, but we could not avail services from the pharmacy and the doctors because we were named exiles.”

Cocking my head back, I take a moment to catch my breath as rain begins to fall from the sky. “Enough.” The Knight commander hisses, removing his armour. “This ends now, between us.” He roars as his long fingers grip his lance firmly. As I collapse to my knees, I watch as the remaining Rions gather their fallen Knights and remove their lifeless bodies from the circle. I painstakingly begin licking my wounds, attempting to heal myself as much as possible before my final battle. A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”

I was always strong, but I can't put up with that act anymore. That's fine with me now. He gives me a much-needed reality check, and I am taking his advice about returning to my brother's place. I gaze at the pool. . .the water that takes everything from me once. How my cursed friendship cost one life is still a mystery to me, but his sister's death leaves me guilty. I can never forgive myself for that, but still, I will live to see how things turn out in the end.

an imperial knight shrieked from the watchtower! Out from the dark smoke burst Silas! His towering timber-wolf form was a roaring tempest of dark shadow-energy, his massive war-hammer swinging through the air like a battering ram! With a single, devastating blow, Silas smashed three Death-Knights into the mud, their silver armor crushing like tin cans! At the exact same second, Kieran stepped out from the western shadow line like a phantom! His dual daggers flashed in lightning-fast arcs of cold steel, slicing through the throats of the four Death-Knights holding the Void-net posts!

Lynn sighed, looking at the table. "He's already done something like that to one us, that Kaia that was around for a month or so. She was a really good fighter, I loved to drink with her. He made me dispose of her body," the blonde said. Lynn wiped a tear from her cheek, "I heard the men who were there when it happened left the guild soon after, couldn't deal with how creepy Icran acted." "If we don't want the same to happen to us we will just have to follow his orders, hopefully this war on the monarchy won't end with us dead," the black haired man whispered.

It was the face of a wicked rat. “Doomed is your other name; I wouldn’t have done much to you but you deserve more; this time around I exercise the full powers of my kingdom in line with prayers on you”. Daniel refers back to him. “I wish I hadn’t told the story to the whole school, but very bad you may be on the losing side as the whole school is now aware that you are a cultist and this might lead to your expulsion and other future detriments' '. Daniel tells him.

“Who did you just name?” Lukeman nodded furiously, almost sobbing. “Vincent. Vincent Dragomir.” Lancly and I exchanged a look, something ancient and dark stirring in the space between us. “That’s impossible,” I said flatly. “The last time we checked, Vincent died in the Great War. Jonathan Nightclaw ripped his head from his shoulders and burned the remains.” “He’s alive,” Lukeman breathed. “Very much alive.” I stared at him, the wind curling around us like a warning.

"Their Death was painful I tell you, salt on wound you'd call it but I didn't die because of my past achievement instead he decided to ruin me by destroying that most precious part of my body; my face." "You mean the Death lord no longer consider you his person anymore or he discarded you? More reason we can't have you with us, I will just end your life once and for all!" The general spat out. "Relax general, I know a lot of things about Narlands that you do not know. Do not forget, I know what can take them down. I won't be forsaken so easily, I will ruin the Death lord and make Narlands be that kingdom that is forgotten forever!" She deadpanned clenching her fist.

“It's fine. You don't have to pretend you like Zayne for my sake. And you're right.” Diego chuckled, as a strange look crossed his eyes. It felt like he had been transported back to that time. “I killed him.” Diego whispered softly. My heart stopped in my chest. Did I hear him right? He killed who? Of course… he was Zayne's right hand man. He must have killed a lot of people already. But this sounded…different. “The whole bar was under attack. There was blood and bodies everywhere and I was hiding under a table…and someone pulled my shirt from behind.”