Broken Knight Novels & Stories

Ralphael exclaimed, "Marquess Keagan, what are you saying? We've all displayed our treasures, yet you're presenting a broken sword as something valuable. Isn't this unfair to us?" James agreed. Keagan replied, "Listen, everyone. This broken sword is extraordinary. You all sensed it earlier—it carries the energy of a blade!" "We are all well-informed here. There's no need to explain what the energy of a blade signifies. This broken sword must have once been an unparalleled and precious weapon."

Break Bone Human's small expression was discovered by him, naturally clear, Break Bone Human's eyes fell on, that was Tadhg Walter's hiding place. Immediately, he just ignored the Break Bone Human and hit the main hall directly. Anyway, Break Bone Human's identity is still there, fighting with Break Bone Human has no meaning at all, and he doesn't dare to kill Break Bone Human. Break Bone Human felt a heavy feeling in his heart, hurriedly sacrificed six pieces of Holy Kingdom treasures, and attacked the Golden Armor Grandmaster. He did not hold back at all, using all his strength, now he and Tadhg Walter's fate are linked, so to speak.

She let go of a shaky breath before her once bright brown eyes teared through my soul as she said the words that shook me to my core. “You are trying to carve a broken piece of glass Mr. Knight and this glass will only crack more and sooner or later it's again going to break and this time when it will break you will be the one crying with tears of blood."

At one point, I was in awe of my own wolf but the second, I could not imagine the amount of pain he would suffer if anything would go wrong. My hands were now on the mattress, inches away from her sleek fingers. I internally practised being soft because she seemed breakable even if I held her hand with my usual strength, I would still hurt her. "Just, fucking hold it, Adriel. She won't bite!" Zion shouted in my head, enough short on patience.

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

It seemed that there was a destructive war here. On the ground of the ancient palace were broken swords, broken armors, and some white skeletons, which scattered on the ground and some of them were burning with ghost flames. These bones had existed for so many years. Judging from this, they had to be, at least, congenital grandmasters when they were alive. Besides, none of these bones were complete. They were all died in battles. Some fractured skulls, some fractured cervical vertebrae, some were cut into two pieces in the middle, and some sternum was completely broken...

The Mirror of Nothing Inside the shadow of the Breaker, Kael stood on the deck. He saw a version of himself that had died during the first Reset. He saw a version where he was still the Architect of the United Cities. "I... AM... THE... FINAL... TRUTH," the Void-Breaker hummed, a sound that felt like sandpaper on the soul. "ALL... STORIES... MUST... END... IN... THE... BLANK."

It all seemed to be going well, and that the battle would be over shortly. A few of the mounted Knights were taken down by the Alva’himar, but with sheer numbers – and the aid of the Minotaurs – several of the Mages were overcome. As the Knights clashed with the Goblin ranks, however, they encountered something unexpected. The first Knight riding into the fray swung hard at the nearest Goblin, who raised his own blade in defense. When they met, not only was his blow deflected, but his Khortaal was broken. Thrown off-balance, he fell from his saddle, scrambling for the Khor he had at his side. The wide dagger was equally shattered when it met the Goblin’s sword, and then the Knight died as th

The walls were exposed brick, weathered and original to the house. The first thing Brad noticed as he reached the bottom of the stairs was that some books had been knocked off the lower shelves. Scanning the rest of the room, he saw that a few of the chess pieces had been toppled, the white queen and two black pawns on the floor. Winding his way around the bookshelves, he scanned the floor, looking for whatever animal was loose, or at least some sign of it. Feeling a faint breeze, he glanced back toward the fireplace and noticed one of the windows raised. He remembered opening it when he was down here earlier to let in some fresh air. He’d probably forgotten to close it again. There were bar

She gave Lunerly a pleading look then turned to Thorne. “Look,” she braced her hands on her hips. “Neither of us wants you to be my knight. But what the Queen says, goes. So suck it up and punch me like I’m actually a threat instead of breakable.” But you are breakable, Thorne wanted to say. The image of her face as he’d broken the bond was the first thing in his mind whenever he looked at her. How lost she’d looked. How broken. He sucked in a breath through his nose. “Fine,” he said. He turned to look at Lunerly. “How am I supposed to fight as her Knight versus her ally?”