Code Of A Knight Novels & Stories

I didn't intend my word to sound so bitter but he heard it and his eyes narrowed. “What are the fuck are you talking about?” he spat out coming towards me and trapping me between his body and the counter. His sweet scent hits my nose and I had to force my eyes to stay open instead of nuzzling in his neck and inhaling his scent to sleep. I looked up at his beautiful face and my mouth parted at the intensity in his gaze. His blue shades are darker under my cheap kitchen lighting whereas his body encloses me. His closeness is so comforting yet irritating because I find them comforting.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

She always listened to his sage advice, which were all insightful and sensical. "And you, darling, have already conquered the worst - and its high time that you go through, um, not just the better..." he slithered his arm around the back of K's shoulders and turned so that both of them were facing the prairie. The guests on either side of the aisle were already standing up, as the string quartet played Air from Orchestral Suite No.3 in D major by Bach.

I might've overestimated our chances. Out from the woods, the Alpha of the Celestial Pack walked as if he was king. Behind him were werewolves and behind them, as well as on the sides, were hundreds of warriors and creatures and I knew these weren’t all of them. ”Alpha James Knight.” He cooed as he walked up on the field. The one thing that bothered me most about the Alpha of the Celestial Pack was the fact that he was a pussy, a scared little boy in a grown man's body who couldn't ever take on a fight alone.

“I shall owe you for this, Sir Lance! Thank you!” I nodded. “‘Tis my pleasure.” I just hoped that it would not be the death of me. But my willpower was strong, so I steeled myself and silently told my ready cock to behave itself. With any other woman, I would have had her in the bedroom by now, ripping off her clothes with my teeth and ravishing her body. But, as a Knight of England, there was a code of ethics to uphold—chivalry, especially between knights. “Matilda!” Raif called out.

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

" Kaleb asked him. "Yes. Like I said, I can take care of it. I am Kian Knight, remember?" Kian said assuring his lover. Kaleb sighed. " Fine" "Just tell us if someone approach you and try to do something bad, okay?" Jax said and Kian nodded. "i agree with Jax. Tell us if they try something to any of you." Dom said. The knights are grateful to them.

“Can we come to visit you soon? I want to show everyone in the pack my new sword!” I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “Yes, little warrior. But remember, we must be careful. A knight must always be responsible.” Arthenon, more reserved but equally eager, joins us, his eyes shining with admiration as he grips his wooden sword. “Are you really a knight now, Aloria? Like in the stories?” I kneel down to their level, my heart overflowing with love for my brothers. “I am, but being a knight means more than just titles and armor. It means being brave, helping others, and always standing up for what is right.”

"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.