Novel & Cerita A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

My father touts proudly. “This is true...” Elder Arnold, one of my father’s most trusted advisers and friends, supports his argument. “We are looking at this all wrong. Alpha King Harmon is the Alpha King by birthright because of his bloodline. He is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. We all are, but his blood is the purest. Arianna’s blood is also pure. But there is another. Harmon had a sister. She died shortly after the Great War was won, but not before producing a male...Fenry Magnus of the Slick Paw Pack,” Elder Earnest of the Slick Paw Pack points out.

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

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

He landed hard, unmoving for a breath. Kaelen staggered to his feet, rage burning away the fog. Serenya’s pulse hammered in his chest. Her fear, her hope, her strength—they bled into him, tethering him upright. He growled, shifting halfway, claws sprouting even as his sword stayed firm in his grip. The knight tilted his head, almost curious. “You burn too bright. You will be unmade.” The greatblade lifted again, runes glowing brighter. The soldiers behind the knight began to chant once more, voices feeding the power.

Sonya begged a little. Knight Richard inhaled deeply and he turned around. “Are you sure want to show me that wooden case?” He looked deeply into Sonya’s eyes. Sonya shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I?” She tried to explore the reason. Knight Richard smirked. “It seems that you don’t understand at all what you’re talking about…” Sonya inhaled as she heard the sentence gushing out from the man’s lips. “Don’t you need that case to eliminate your bad curses and you can reincarnate as a human again?” She asked and held her two hands together as she tried to throw some baits. She really wished that Knight Richard would get it and gave some clarifications on that unknown matter.

One last word came to mind, one last name I had to call out to finish the summoning. "Kastem!" The name rolled through me like a train, dragging every last ounce of energy from my body as I collapsed to the ground again. The circle shrank suddenly to a pinpoint on the carpet, and exploded in a flash of light. I shielded my eyes from it, but even as the bright white burned, I could see the silhouette of the beast materializing where the circle had been. Nathan stumbled back, sinking into an over-stuffed arm chair when his feet hit it. "I can't believe it."

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

Blood and Aether sprayed across the chamber floor in a wide arc. “Try regenerating now, father,” Vaelor said, voice low and lethal, the words carrying the cold finality of a sentence being passed. The King’s body slumped. This time, the wound did not close. The unnatural regeneration faltered, the stolen Aether unable to keep pace with the damage. The Sovereign’s eyes dimmed, the last spark of life fading as he collapsed to the stone floor. Lirian watched. He did not look away. He did not try to stop it. He understood that this was not murder. It was the completion of something that had been happening for three hundred years.

He feared the same as she did. "He's the future king," she said after the break. "I'm worried about that strange knight," he said. She turned towards him. VI I told you that it will end differently. The knight looked down at the remains of his friend. The headless body started rotting, as it should have all those years ago. Because of him the events were changing their order. Even time around him changed… even time… time… There must be a way out. The darkness around became thicker and thicker.

"He works with me." A hand settled on the small of my back. Warm. Possessive. I didn't flinch. Damian Kael stepped out of the shadows, all sharp grins and gold cufflinks. He was taller than Julian, younger, and infinitely more dangerous. His eyes flickered to Julian with amusement. "Thorne," Damian said. "I believe my partner just outbid you. Unless you'd like to raise the stakes?" Julian looked between us, his jaw clenching. "What is this? You two are—"