Romans & histoires A Knight Of The Word

The knight didn't move as he was asked and simply replied. "I am Klaus, a knight of the emperor." "My father?" Alesteria was now perplexed at his response, but she thought about it and it could be plausible. Still, she wouldn't just believe him immediately "How dwo I know you awe nwot dwecweiving me?" Klaus, with no hesitation, recited the God's pledge. "I swear in the name of the Gods and his majesty that I am not deceiving her royal highness nor am I forsaking this pledge."

“Glennwood? I have never known anyone by that name. And you say I killed this man? I think you must have the wrong person. I’m sorry for your loss, uhh… sir. But can you tell me more?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” Still barring the way in front of me, Cillium began to snarl. I laid a hand on my young knight's shoulder, quieting him. I could feel the tension within him with or without his ability. I felt the same. *Do we attack, Alpha?* Surry’s voice came from behind us.

“Actually, that’s not a knife. It’s an F-in samurai!” “Since when do you swear that much?” I asked her. “F-in is not a swear word.” She argued. “I should remember not to code my language, since I was gonna get scolded the same way by my big brother.” “Paris Van Woodsen! You were sent to the best schools in the country! Not just to learn business, but to learn etiquette and what differentiates a man from a… lady!”

Just a word from their blue-eyes merciless head could banish someone from the country or even doomed for life. They were like the gods in the movie ‘gods of Egypt’. The Knight empire was ruled by the unfeeling billionaire CEO of Knight Industries, Malcolm Knight. According to rumours he was as gorgeous as a Greek god and as unfeeling as the devil himself. She heard he killed people who offended him without a flinch. His name alone sent shivers down people’s spine. Well, that was none of her business, so long as she never come in contact with this demon.

"For how long?" "Until death," Morris said, sounding so carefree as if it wasn’t at all serious. "Being a knight is being prepared to be a sacrifice, for your liege, for your loved ones, for the people, and the kingdom. Knowing how to kill evil is knowing when to die for the good." "I know." I braided down my hair into two and remained silent the whole time. When done, Delaney walked towards the door and opened it for us. I followed them out of my room and locked the door behind me.

"So you're going against your older brother now?" Kael’s eyes sharpened, then he leaned forward. "I've always been against him ever since he betrayed the capital," he said in a rough voice, "For years I’ve become busy with my duties as the divine knight, leaving the search of that guild to those foolish Grand Knights. But now that the King himself has ordered me, I will be the one to crush that traitor … and all his pesky little minions." "Sounds like something you've been waiting for all your life," Cedric said, his eyes amused. Eventually his gaze shifted to Tristan, who was standing behind Kael. "I see you've gotten yourself a handsome squire."

Celea than got on the big rock that was next to her and shouted so that every one could hear her " A KNIGHT WHO DISCRIMINATES DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED A KNIGHT, AND IF WE ARE TALKING ABOUT QUALIFICATIONS YOU EXPERIENCED MY POWERS FIRSTHAND I COULD KILL YOU ALL IN A MATTER OF SECONDS AND EVEN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO APPROVE IT YOU KNOW DEEP DAWN I'M RIGHT BUT I'M NOT HERE WITH THE INTENTION OF KILLING YOU BUT TO TECH YOU" "A WAR IS COMING" *murmur * "AND I'M THE ONE WHO CAN HELP YOU WIN THIS WAR NOW YOUR ETHER AGAINST ME OR WITH ME" *murmur* "since he is here that means that he was approved by the king" "going against him is like having a death wish" this is what the knights were thinking th

The knight stood dazzling in the darkness, he had no eyes hence Axel could not see his face. Turning to his right, Axel saw a sword shimmering in blue flame, he quickly took it and took a defense stand. "If you lose, you are never getting out of her" the voice from earlier said and Luther's blue eyes was still showing. Their sword clanged in the air, Axel always taking a defense approach from the knight. The knights sword tore his leg and unfortunately he wasn't healing, he stared at his leg shocked, "Why wasn't he healing" he said.

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…