Bones Knight On The Grid Novels & Stories

"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

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

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

The fireflies stopped right between Kyron's eyebrows and channeled the image from the chunk of memory. “Help! Help me!" groaned someone with torn wings. Kyron's face hardened. This was a message from Keefe. He's facing an opponent that was hard to beat! Kyron closed his eyes to search for clues in the memory stored in the magic firefly. When he opened his eyes, Kyron was determined to find someone who was the client who had put Keefe on this dangerous mission. Edmund Brighton. *** Edmund was looking at the training preparations of the knights being trained by Al. He also accumulated some equipment, foodstuffs, and logistics in preparation for a long war. After making sure all his plans were

she yelled and before I knew it, I saw her hands reach out, her wolf present, and pushed me backwards down the stairs. As I screamed out, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to catch myself. For the second time today, I felt the impending feeling of death. Grasping towards anything to catch myself, my hands only encountered air before I felt the first painful thump of my head hitting the stairs, taking me into darkness. Bronx POV Something was terribly wrong. It felt like the Guardian Knight bond was blocked. I quickly mindlinked Nat outside, “Nat, is it possible to block the bond?”

he said but Nathan looked around and saw a man come out from the back of the house, he was wearing a hoodie but he didn't pay attention because he thought it wasn't suspicious. They all went inside but stopped when they saw the broken door. They knew what had happened so they quickly went inside but Zera's knees seemed to lose strength when they saw them, it softened when they saw the mother and daughter lying face down on the floor, they were already bathed in their own blood. "Who is the animal that did this?!" Xanti screamed in exasperation. He just pulled out his hair, they all felt tired because they couldn't seem to get the answer.

Chapter 80: Family I pulled the weapon I made that I placed behind me, I quickly rolled and I stabbed the knight's feet in my back. He groaned in pain but I didn't stop. I stabbed him once again and I stood up facing the knights with a short distance away from me, using the blanket, I threw the knives and it hit his thigh. I felt someone behind me. That's why I stabbed him using my right hand without bothering to look at him. I looked at Elon as I tried to run towards him but the knights started to attack me when Gideon ordered them.

Knight ran to get to the coven and Ember as fast as he could. He reached the coven to see the carnage outside the gates. Knight dropped Bastet to the ground gently. Bastet curled up and wrapped his tail around himself. We needed to find Ember quickly. What if she was hurt? Knight slowly stepped through the gates of the coven fortress to see everyone lying in the courtyard dead. This was a slaughter. Why didn’t I know about this? Why didn’t my patrols tell me about an attack? I could hear someone crying as Knight stepped through the dead bodies. He listened and looked around just as the crying turned into a loud scream of anger. I watched and listened as the fortress building was consumed in

Then they stopped. At the top of the page, in a box labeled PRIMARY SUSPECT, was a name. Edward Whitlock. I stepped back and the file slipped from my hands. It hit the floor and the pages fanned out around my feet. I stood there looking at my father's name on the floor of Lucien Knight's office. Edward Whitlock. My father. Someone had tried to kill Lucien Knight and the man they believed was behind it was my father. The room felt like it was tilting. I pressed my hand against the bookshelf to steady myself. I could hear my own breathing becoming fast and shallow.