A Knight Who Eternally Regresses Novels & Stories

The only person that came to mind was. “Kael.” I gasped. The boy in the dirt. The King who had kept my handkerchief for twelve years. The man who had used an Alpha Command to defy the entire world just to keep me at his side. He…he was my Knight? And the book was telling me that by staying with me, by fighting for me, he was walking toward his own destruction. "The blessing is a curse," I breathed, my tears dripping onto the page, blurring the ink.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

This was the first topic that had me hooked for real. “Indeed, the Knight system operates uniquely compared to conventional leveling structures. The rank of a knight isn't solely determined by their level. It's entirely plausible for a knight to be at a higher level, such as 100, and still retain the rank of a common knight despite possessing significantly superior bodily attributes and a larger aura quantity compared to average knights.” "Conversely, an individual at a lower level, say 50, might attain the esteemed status of an Honor Knight based on other exceptional qualities or achievements rather than their numerical level alone.”

“Imposed immortality only works on people who have experienced and understood the passage of time…in your case, humans call it regression, right? Going back in time?” I stared at him for too long, replaying his words in my head. My lips parted and all I could do was whisper. “W-What? You know about my regression?” The First Duke looked down at me like I was joking. “Come on, you live for thousands of years and you see almost everything there is to see on the Earth. Besides, there is a brat in Northernfang who experienced something similar. I put two and two together.” How much could I ask him without getting my head lopped off.

"Sir..." "You should see this." He held up a black fabric patch torn from one attacker's sleeve during the struggle. It bore no company logo. No military insignia. Only a single embroidered symbol. A white chess knight. Not the black king they had seen before. Lucien stared at it. "The knight..." Victor frowned. "What does it mean?" Lucien's expression grew thoughtful. "In chess..." "The knight is the only piece that doesn't move in a straight line." Vivienne folded her arms.

"You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only finding her, this game is about killing. Those who are good at fighting will survive and those who do not know will die." Zera was shocked by what she heard, she didn't know that it was going to be so deep. "That's why we have to go back there, to asked someone to train us, also you Zera, you should know how to defend yourself, you're their target," Nash said making everyone stop. Gavin and Xanti looked at Zera.

Here was this elderly woman, similar height and structure to mine, threatening my mates, who were twice her size, with a spanking…and they actually looked scared. “Ellie, it wasn’t your fault,” she said softly, walking closer to me. “Do you remember the Guardian Knight bond disappearing?” she asked as I nodded my head. “Hades was blocking it. The reason you couldn’t move is because he was compelling you not to and without your wolf and other powers, there was nothing you could have done. We can only thank the Moon Goddess that Dina, despite being a vindictive bimbo, managed to interrupt and bring Alpha Mason back out,” she relayed.

He landed on the ground and dismounted from his Wyvern, immediately trying to feed the high-ranked knight with one of his potions. HRRRAAAAAHHHH! Instantly, the knight's face and body looked like they were in pain, swelling up and transforming into a giant Wyvern. Ethan smirked and laughed out loud crazily. Yes. He could create a new Alpha Wyvern this easily! He only needed a High-Ranked Knight to drink his special potion which was made with Sorcery and contained the First Emperor of Euclase's genetics. But if an ordinary adult drank it, they would only transform into an ordinary Wyvern.

she gasped, her hands trembling as they became translucent. ​"The story is hungry, Kael," the Ink-Man said, stepping closer. With every step, the Respiration’s command consoles turned into flat, hand-drawn illustrations. The "Gemini-Omni Archive" tethered outside was being stripped of its ceramic weight, becoming a ghost of a ship. "A 400-chapter epic requires a monumental sacrifice to sustain its momentum. You’ve had your victories. You’ve had your 'Third Genesis.' Now, the narrative demands a Regression. It demands that the characters return to the ink from which they were spilled." ​The entity reached out a hand made of dripping, black calligraphy. "Give me the Fourth Verse, Kael. Let me

He didn’t know the consequences of telling him about what he has gone through so far. "Promise me you won’t laugh," Roy said. "Dude, when do I ever laugh at serious stuff?" "That’s not the most reassuring answer," Roy muttered, but he pressed on. "I have this...ability. Every time I die, I come back. Like, I reincarnate, but not in the normal sense. It’s like starting over in the new world but different." "I've named it Transmigration." Kieran stared at him for a long moment before bursting out laughing. "Dude, you’ve been watching too much weird anime shit."