A Knight Of The Word Novels & Stories

The Don swallowed repeatedly; if you were to consider it, Knight was like his son because of the age difference between them, but the way Knight spoke was as if he was talking to a child. Eleanor couldn't take her eyes off Knight; she had seen Knight be that serious several times, but it was only now that she saw him be that dominant with other people. "10 billion, Mr. Constantino."

Lyza had stepped back, getting closer to him, as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "You are so rigid you Mihdel," he said in his own language. "Seriousness is a virtue required of knights," he replied in Mihdel's language. The girl arched her eyebrows. "When you come, as you say... Are you crowned knights?" she asked doubtfully. "Invested knights," said Doreon. "In addition to putting a sword on your shoulders, do they stick one for your ass? To be so rigid, I mean," he asked innocently.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Queenie, Fewa, Argo, and Finiah walked into the palace hall. Drawn swords were ready in their hands. The four men entered with courage. Argo, Finiah, and Fewa in their Knightly armor looked impressive. Meanwhile, Queenie was like a mighty Princess. Leya flew around them. The palace guards were shocked when the four people entered the Hall of the North Sea Royal Palace. The chaotic atmosphere in the hall felt so hard. Some palace officials discussing with King Jumuck stood up and prepared their swords.

“No. What award is that? The biggest nerd award?” He looked so pleased with his insult that Sue couldn’t help but be amused by it. She looked over at Knight and saw that he was actually trying not to laugh. Well, not laugh, but as close as Knight’s face actually got to doing that. Smirking, that was one of his few facial expressions. The majority of them were just variations of glaring, to be fair. “It’s a pretty big deal in the writing word,” Knight continued. “Yeah?” Joey asked, actually looking a bit impressed. “Is it for the article you wrote about what happened with that human first group?”

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

I closed my eyes when I got in the shower. I can see my nerd, I mean that nerd I bumped into today. But I am kind of curious why she didn’t fall to her knees for me. She did smile at first, then I had to open my big fat mouth and ruin it. God, she is going to be a pain in the ass. I can tell. But then I had an awful idea. Maybe I don’t have to stay away from her. Maybe I can tease and make her life a living hell while she is in my kingdom. If it is so bad for her. Maybe she will leave on her own. But what if I can’t get her to leave? Then I will make her bow down to me. Then she won’t like the outcome when it comes down to that. I will make it so bad for her. No one tells the Knight’s off a

The war may have been far from over, but Eleanor was more than ready to fight for her rightful place by his side. "Bullshit," Eleanor scowls, the word dripping with contempt as she glares at Kayden, her frustration boiling over. "Language, Eleanor Watson," he shouts back, his voice stern and commanding. "You are a Knight now." Eleanor grimaces at the reminder, her distaste for the title evident in the way her lips curl into a sneer. Why was he so obsessed with his newfound status as a Knight? she wonders, her irritation mounting with each passing moment.

"Wuuuuuu!. Go Avengers!. North! north! north!." The girls began to chant my name as always. Inwardly I was less concerned, especially now that I know who my mate is. I glanced around the field for her, she'd better be here to watch her Knight lose while she's going to become my Servant. "And here we have the Red rebels coming in, hurray." Knight and his other team members sashayed into the yard, with hair dripping of water or was it sweat. Knight is the only one with red hair, I don't know why they named it Red Rebels anyways.

Sitting on the chair was a man in his forties wearing a gold surcoat, with an eagle embroidered on his chest. He looked at the list in his hand, and the man's voice was low: “Commander Gawain, I am here because of the king's order, asking me to select the best of your chosen knights to train alone for three years, so that they can become the king's accompanying knights, protect the king personally, and be incorporated into the Royal Knights. I see that you have 300 knights here who have just gone through two years of training. Time is running out, just let the top 100 in the knight assessment come out…“