A Knight Who Eternally Regresses Novels & Stories

DAPHNE A massive leather map of the Northern border networks was spread across the table, but I couldn't focus on a single perimeter line. Because of the silver poisoning rotting his Lycan curse, Malakai needed constant skin-to-skin contact to keep his wolf from tearing the keep apart. My solution to keep the King lucid enough to run a war was sitting directly between his thighs, my back flush against his chest, with his massive arms locked around my waist like iron bands.

If you need new clothes, you don’t need more than one when young, washed or dirty, you’re always wearing the same one, and once you’re older well good luck saving for those and buying some from a second handed shop, you get the point, her childhood was a bad one. Age regression was Elle’s way of surviving, she read some stories online, she imagined being there, she was taken by stories, by the love of books and the world of fiction, until she could forget all about her pain, all about the bruises, and all about everything. Age regression by definition means going back to the age where you’re young, much younger, and taking control over the days you have missed, acting like the child that you

- Knight "You think very little of your potential, Knight. You must believe in yourself and trust yourself more. I failed and died because I lost faith in myself, to my friends. I became arrogant and I've put too much distrust in them. That's why we failed to protect our homeland." "Why didn't you just choose his body to merge with rather than choosing mine?" - Knight "Two similar souls can't be merged together. Especially if the other is from a different timeline." The voice explained. Knight lay down and stared at the ceiling. "What do you think of the girl earlier?" He asked the spirit. "Didn't you notice anything?" The spirit asked him back. "There's just this odd feeling about her." "Wh

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society. And they had no interest in bindings, or bloodlines, or balance. They wanted the fire unleashed.

Quickstep was as weak as a kitten inside this binding coffin. "What to do? What to do? Am I going to stay here forever? No, please. No." Quickstep thought of ways to break free from this prison. He was afraid because he could not see anything but the empty walls of this box he was in. It was suffocating. Transmogrify target detected… duplicating… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, host. You can now transmogrify into a Sword of Eternal Rest. Transmogrify: 12

My presence made him glance up, and in that moment, I realized what I had missed all along. Kade King Majesty was the master of the game. He had to be cold and calculating to survive. Raised in the wealthiest castle, shaped by a king and queen to rule, the Only Alpha Wolf… yet he couldn’t sleep peacefully at night. He couldn’t be free. Not even in love. Karma had already started its work. Justice cloaked in discomfort and restlessness. I didn’t need to dirty my hands. I couldn’t win anyway. I had no crown. No throne. No immortality. Just losses. Too many.

Despite this, the damage that was done is reversed due to Anubis's fast regeneration. Seeing that this fight won't be as easy as the knight had originally thought, realizes that his best course of action is to conserve his energy. 'I need to be more precise with my attacks, making sure that they all hit. I just need to get him into a position where he can't dodge, then I'll hit him with my strongest attack aiming for his head.'

The two of us took a step back, avoiding the raging creature before knights turned their attention to attacking us once again, protecting the lion who kept his eyes on Elijah. The man’s body rose to the air, freezing completely as if turning to stone before that stone exploded. My heart raced against my chest as the key landed around the lion’s neck once again. Natalia’s hands shook as she looked at the ‘stone’ that broke before it turned to a knight, one like the others who had their swords extended toward us, ready to attack. “These knights are all people who died?” Natalia asked, “these games did not just start now.” “They have been going on for centuries, dimwit.” Riya said, glaring dagg

Emrys spoke, tossing the black dry erase marker cap behind his back and began to write in his classic cursive handwriting; Atticus had let some of his appearance show as silver kissed the grey, Cassandra purring every time he looked our way. “Even about the Northern Whispers?” I asked with a raised brow although everyone knew it was more of a sentence then an actual question. With a sigh, he nodded and split the huge white board into two sections; titling one section ‘NW’ and the other ‘What We Know’ before turning back and watching as we began thinking. “For starters,” I spoke, standing from my position and walking to board, grabbed a marker and began to write what I spoke. “We know that Al

defeat Rex, but it appears that the tables have turned. You didn’t manage to make Zeus forget about Juno, did you? Hahaha, are you not pathetic? Planning went wrong. Zeus has begun to pummel your toy whenever he gets the chance. It’s no surprise that you’re not the one in charge, but rather Rex is. I’m merely stating the obvious. I believe that Rex is coercing you into seeing what he wants you to see. It’s important to think about it. How many years have you been attempting to gain access to him, with no success whatsoever? For what reason did he show you what is going on in the palace today? You could only see what he did to your toy boy; however, you were unable to see how he did it. Anot