A Knight Of The Word Novels & Stories

“Then tell me what it was like, Deb.” She faltered. For the first time, words failed her. Knight’s jaw clenched. “You think I don’t understand what he means to you? You think I didn’t see that look on your face?” “Knight, please—” He stepped closer, not in anger, but something heavier, concern twisted with resignation. “I’m not Caelum. I’m not going to threaten him. But I’m asking you to think. The world saw you crowned last night. The board saw you as the new face of this empire. If anyone even suspects that Cain is back in your orbit—”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

The man stands tall, walking proudly towards the palace gates. Slowly, he takes off his helmet. Soft blonde hair is shining under the sunlight, the rays falling on his exotic features. The man is tanned with boyish looks even though he is well into his twenties. “I am Damien Wilde,” the man states. “The new Knight of Faika.” The gatekeeper instantly kneels in front of the Knight, feeling nervous. “Apologies, your grace!” He squeaks. “I did not know.” A Knight is the right hand man of the Emperor and the head of the army. There were rumors that Phillipe had appointed a new knight but to think that the knight will come to visit the Crown Prince who is a sworn enemy of the Emperor!

“Can we come to visit you soon? I want to show everyone in the pack my new sword!” I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “Yes, little warrior. But remember, we must be careful. A knight must always be responsible.” Arthenon, more reserved but equally eager, joins us, his eyes shining with admiration as he grips his wooden sword. “Are you really a knight now, Aloria? Like in the stories?” I kneel down to their level, my heart overflowing with love for my brothers. “I am, but being a knight means more than just titles and armor. It means being brave, helping others, and always standing up for what is right.”

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.

It's Knight," He responded, and my eyes widened. "Knight? Who is Knight?" Of course, I knew one Knight, but why would he touch Kelvin? Kelvin tutors his little sister, so there is no way he would hurt Kelvin. Also, Kelvin was a good fighter. Knight wouldn't win against him, and he didn't have the power to make Kelvin this miserable either. It must be another Knight. Not the one I... "Adrian's friend," Huh? Before I was done denying it, Kelvin had already replied and affirmed that it was the same Knight~

He swung the blade in a circular flourish and slid it back into its sheath expertly. The Knights on the platform, as well as those gathered nearby, broke into applause. Each new Knight was presented with armor and a Khortaal. They each drew their new blade, raising them in salute toward the Dragon. “Black Knights!” boomed Ghaeron, “You are now the sword that defends Edon. The steel that protects the innocent, and banishes the wicked.”

Not asking any questions, it’s not my place, I swing the door open and follow my fellow knight down the hall. Despite being a knight, he wears no armor. Just a brown tunic, dark slacks and a sword at his hip. I recognize him as Riol, the knight whom had been acting as ambassador to the Wolf-Men until last week. That explains his lack of footwear, after nearly four years with the pack I can understand him adopting some habits. But I can’t help but wonder if the sharpness of his dark eyes is something else he’d picked up, the idea of someone looking at Irellia that way makes my blood boil. I pray to the gods that it’s unique to Riol. “Your face is like a letter, telling all of your emotions.”

It became deeper, smoother, a melody I hadn't heard in years. "Once, in a kingdom far away, a kingdom made of glass and cold promises, there was a Knight. He wasn't a Prince, and he didn't have a white horse. He was just a man with a sword made of hope and a heart that was far too loud for his own good." I leaned my forehead against the cold doorframe, my breath catching in my throat.