A Knight Of Seven Kingdoms Book Novels & Stories

I can't even remember the last time when someone spoke to me without having to bring up my background and overall nature. Wells stood in his seat. Amongst the bookshelves, he pulled out a leather book in his hand. "This isn't a thorough history of this world, but if you insist on returning to the castle with at least something, then I suggest you read this," "Does it have relevant information to who I am?" "Yes. The book mentioned the Great Rift. And how it has affected the four kingdoms. It's a children's tale, but since you are similarly grounded to a child's limited knowledge, this is a good starting place,"

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”

“You do not reforge it alone. You let me place my hands upon the cracks. You let me bear them too. And together, we make something unbreakable.” For a moment, the world shrank to just them—shadows and starlight entwined, two hearts torn by duty and desire. The crown lay between them on the floor, gleaming faintly as if listening. Then, a voice carried through the chamber. Low, sharp, edged with venom. “Beautiful words, Kaelen. But words do not win kingdoms.” Both turned sharply. From the shadows of the hall, a figure stepped forward. Cyrion Duskbane, heir of the fallen kingdom, his silver eyes gleaming with unreadable intent.

It was a knight. He was the male heroin she had always imagined. Tall with good built. A perfect golden hair. A mesmerizing eye. And a deep soothing voice. He was perfect in her eyes. It was a good thing that she had lose her thick glasses and put a little make up, even it was forbidden before going out. For if she failed to do so, he would not be talking to her. That was she thought. “Its uhmm…” She was enthralled that she forgot the book she was reading. “Here.” She took off the fake cover and showed the knight the title. It was The Egyptian Quest.

He bursted into a loud laughter, leaving Tristan partially disoriented. The easygoing young man wiped the tears he shed for laughing so hard. "I guess you're wondering why I hate them so damn much? But hey, who doesn't? They're the antagonists in this Kingdom, even the Queen Regent is irritated of them, they're like flies on the mud." That statement earned Tristan's curiosity and therefore he asked, "Anne— I mean, the Princess mentioned you're from a family of Knights, what do you think about the Queen Regent?"

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

it is not a fun experience. After everything was said and done, the Knight Captain retired from his position and handed the rank over to me. Confident that I could continue to lead the army into victory against any foe that dared to attack the Kingdom. Roy returned to his parent's inn, unable to walk properly due to a leg injury during one of the skirmishes. I had saved his life, but not the use of his leg.