Novel & Cerita A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

“Who is she?” “I don’t know. As I said, she’s under the protection of a Forever Knight. Once I sense her again though, you will fetch her. Until then, you search.” “We’ve been searching for an eternity!” A woman complained. “How do you know she even still lives?” “The Forever Knights wouldn’t have killed her. She hasn’t fully turned yet.” They whimpered but eventually dropped to all fours to scamper off awkwardly. Their twisted bodies already promising to become either targue or sarabi as their souls continued mutating.

It felt like my arm was being dipped into acid, but I didn't let go. "Killian! Move!" I screamed. Killian saw the look in my eyes and threw his weight to the side, rolling away just as I slammed my glowing palm into the crystal. The world exploded. A shockwave of pure, white energy blasted outward, knocking everyone in the clearing to the ground. The scepter shattered into a thousand pieces. The First Knight let out a sound...not a scream, but a metallic groan...as his silver armor began to crack and crumble. Within seconds, the armor was empty, falling into a pile of hollow metal. He was never a man at all. He was an automaton, a machine fueled by the Void.

"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.

' I pondered. Kisha was already between us calling for seize fire before I even became conscious, most especially apologizing to the guy. She asked me nicely to go to the kitchen and I didn't need a second plead to step out of there, for i was at the very edge. Just a slight touch of the tiny finger and I'd explode. That moment, I wished; I was flash. A comic series where the hero has a fast pace ability. -- A carried over conflict. The first meet in this life time, things were set in motion for a revisit of the past life. To break or carry on.--

His eyes were burning green as though he had contracted the disease from the fire in Xenia, and his claws had made lines in the wood. "We hold," he snarled. “We control this kingdom whether she is present or not. No banner falls, no ally turns. Not while I'm breathing.” However, I noticed the uncertainty ripple through the chamber. The lords of Orion were vultures, waiting for weakness, and now the weakness was clear. ELRIC'S POV I watched from the corner as they verbally tore at each other. Like thin ice, loyalty broke. And I heard it in the quiet between disputes. The slightest hum.

”Lydia? ”I have no idea, let’s continue reading,” she said and flipped the page. This one had the crown symbol on the bottom left corner. ”The embodiment of regal poise. The queen to rule over endless pain who shall meet her faith in the hands of trust. For no one creature is truly immortal, a balance must be made, a life for another or two on the hands of each other a balance will be restored, peace will be set free again.” ”Are they talking about-”

With a heavy sigh, he turned back toward his territory, the weight of destiny pressing upon his shoulders. Simultaneously, Seraphina alighted upon the battlements of her ancestral castle, her gaze lingering upon the darkened forest below. The events of the night replayed in her mind, the intensity of her encounter with Adrian echoing within her immortal soul. With a sense of trepidation and intrigue intertwining within her, she retreated into the shadows of her sanctuary, the prophecy's foreboding words echoing ominously as she prepared to confront the uncertain future that lay ahead.

“Three hundred and seventy-eight knights …” King Terrowin’s voice echoed around the dark throne room, then silence followed; a dead, cold silence. He stood from his blue crystal-made seat and then climbed down the wide steps. “One grand knight …” the king continued. Kael was in front, kneeling, with his head looking down on the blue floor. He had just returned from their huge loss after their encounter with the Forgotten Winter. And being alone with the Cold King made his heartbeat race, as if chased by death itself.

I pull his bloodied hair, yanking his head up. He writes his answer down. “It’s for his son.” I let him go, satisfied with the information he has given. The Knight family are never going to stop craving power just to bear that Alpha title. That ambition is definitely ending tonight. With some of my men, I head back to my pack and summon a council meeting on the grounds of Levi Knight’s arrest. My grand aunt, Anita, shows up first and seats quietly at her position, followed by elder Sergio and Freya. Once they are all present, I order the offender to be brought in.

The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at. "The Deathless Chevalier," she continued, her voice growing more strained. "A cursed knight from the Dark Ages, bound by ancient, unbreakable runes. Each time he is killed, his body reconstitutes itself within three days, his strength and resilience marginally increased. He learns from every death." The screen showed a figure in pitted, black plate armor, the space behind its visor a horrifying, soul-deep abyss.