Dandelion Knight 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

She stayed on the couch, staring out the sliding glass door. As he entered his room, he saw Tryna standing by his bed, her head and shoulders the only part of her visible over the mattress. However, she was not alone. Towering beside her was an elf who caused Rhychard's blood to boil instantly. Kendalais. He tied his long, blond hair back in a queue with leather dyed gold, revealing his elven ears. His blond brows started upward over ocean blue eyes as he stared at the Warrior. The elven knight stood in glistening armor, and Rhychard was acutely aware he was still in his smiley face boxers. He could have sworn he noticed Tryna blushing, if faeries blushed, but he knew it wasn't because of hi

He had sliced through the black knight with such speed that Theo just collapsed dead on the sand. For a while the crowd died in silence in disbelief. Then they cheered. The boy dropped on one knee infront of the king "Your Highness "Boy" Dorian said "state your name" "Cleos" he said "Altar Cleos. From Dragon Isle" 'Dragon Isle?' Diego thought. Dragon isle was common to find fire nature users, but in Altars fight he displayed no fire styles at all. "Altar Cleos..." the king spoke up "youve defeated the captain of my Dornish men...."

Memories of the Eternal Knight began to flow through her understanding of who the original owner of the body the Demon uses and why he chose Ren’veil Aisha got down on her knees as the flow of memories and emotions the knight felt of honor, family, love, fear, rage, and betrayal. “Now you know, Though his soul is irreversibly broken he was never meant to die by the hands of the people he protected yet the spirit of a knight will never truly die until his duty truly ends. He was about to leave creation to its destiny but you and your sister in a way saved him indirectly.” Aisha took a moment to catch her breath as the knight the Demon was referring to was Kent Redridge of the Dragon-wolf King

I said as he chuckled. "But,you're name's really weird from Dan to Dandelion?"He said as we chuckled and I shake my head. "My complete name is Daniel,Daniel Lee and not Dan but feel free to call me that if you wanted too also the reason why I named my acc 'Dandelion' it's because there are more of my favorites than the other flowers."I said as he nods in respond. "Yeah,they are..But,tulips and orchids are my ones."He said.

And that is when I saw him. The Knight Commander, Gideon Malik. The infamous Iron Wolf. He stood near the dais, silent and watchful, wearing dark velvet instead of his usual steel. Even without armor, he radiated danger. Broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, and eyes like glacial storms. He was devastatingly handsome and equally terrifying. My stomach knotted. I had never spoken to him, never stood close enough to see his smile. Beside him, Lady Kalali fluttered like a jewel-colored bird. Blond hair piled high in curls, hazel eyes sparkling, lips painted red. The Queen’s cousin. And officially the most beautiful woman in Jelita, according to last year’s beauty contest.

The witch said bitterly, Darryl snarled dangerously at her words but Decanal placed dainty fingers on his shoulder keeping him from throwing Kiona across the room. “ No, Dyrr is still out there. Even if your plan worked. Dyrr will hunt you down and rip you apart. Besides it's so good to have a mate don't you think?” Decanal teased rubbing her hands on Darryl's shoulder. Kiona scowled at the action rolling her eyes slightly. “ Yeah, yeah, yeah do you know what a summoning horn is?” Kiona said after rolling her eyes. She sat down properly resting on the wall. Darryl's expression morphed into seriousness at once. His simple glare ordered her to speak instantly.

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.

"Not if I'm bonded to her. It'll be just perfect, and I'll be in control." "Does she know what she is? Possessing the orb is no small matter. She might end up becoming your undoing." "Let me worry about that. For now, I need to seal our bond so I don't go back to being trapped in hell." "Okay, but I'll need something that belonged to you in your true form and something that belongs to her too." Lyrien said. Kael shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. He opened his palm and a ring appeared. "This is mine. You can use her hair pin."

"Alright enough with the staring, how arShe was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital. "Enough of this pointless chit-chat, let's go in and sever some spines..." Deryleen shouted back, diffusing all the tension building up. Tyndale stepped in front of the rest and hoisted his arm with the sleeve strapped to it. He pulled on the cords from the sleeve bound to his fingers by clenching a fist. Some of the thousands of etches on the sleeve started