A Knight Of The Word 소설 & 이야기

In country A there stood a tallest building of the world which belongs to Knight Group. In one of the floor of that building in a meeting room there were staffs and directors sweating and afraid.In the centre there was a Greek god like man sitting in his chair with king like aura. He had brown eyes with black hair and flawless skin. He was wearing a black handmade suit with shiny black leather shoes. Not only female but also male die to get one glance from him. He is non other than Alexander knight.The president of knight Group. He is the king who rules the buisness world and underworld. He is ruthless and merciless.There is a rumor that he even killed his own family members for power and

Knights are personal bodyguards of Alpha King and Grand Alpha King. "What is happening?" I heard Colette murmured. The whispers were getting louder which Sir Abraham summoned his hand to stop us from murmuring. But I am confused why they brought along with a Knight. Could this be a serious matter? Did something happen with the royal family? Is the Grand Alpha King alright?

No matter how much danger the mystical being radiated, Sophia could still see the majesty and grace as it gazed at her. "I… I am a Knight," she breathed. The nostrils flared when it heard the word Knight. "At least, going there…” she added hastily. “I-I’m on the good side… you know? I-I h-heard about your story… About how you became a dragon… But…” “Enough,” the dragon growled. “Knights are all on the same side. You fight for your king and queen. You will do as they wish. Do you think you can fool me?”

I might've overestimated our chances. Out from the woods, the Alpha of the Celestial Pack walked as if he was king. Behind him were werewolves and behind them, as well as on the sides, were hundreds of warriors and creatures and I knew these weren’t all of them. ”Alpha James Knight.” He cooed as he walked up on the field. The one thing that bothered me most about the Alpha of the Celestial Pack was the fact that he was a pussy, a scared little boy in a grown man's body who couldn't ever take on a fight alone.

"I bet the old gods sent him." "Perhaps they did. The mystery knight dipped his lance before the king and rode to the end of the lists, where the five champions had their pavilions. You know the three he challenged." "The porcupine knight, the pitchfork knight, and the knight of the twin towers." Bran had heard enough stories to know that. "He was the little crannogman, I told you."

"I bet the old gods sent him." "Perhaps they did. The mystery knight dipped his lance before the king and rode to the end of the lists, where the five champions had their pavilions. You know the three he challenged." "The porcupine knight, the pitchfork knight, and the knight of the twin towers." Bran had heard enough stories to know that. "He was the little crannogman, I told you."

I informed Count David. "Understood," he replied, though in truth, the specifics of the manager's identity or name didn't particularly concern him. As long as the individual was human, Count David held confidence in his ability to sway them over to his side. Indeed, the exchange between us had been filled with various discussions, but eventually, the conversation shifted to a rather intriguing topic—the Knight system. "Knights are organized into four distinct ranks," David began to explain. "Starting from the basic rank of Knight, then advancing to Honor Knight, followed by Grand Knight, and finally reaching the highest rank known as Dominar Knight."

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.