Novel & Cerita Dandelion Knight

It is a round band with a silver wolf in the middle, standing on its hind legs, holding a pair of blue roses. The presence of the brooch only meant one thing; he was Dmitri’s Knight. While the territorial Alphas have Betas, Lycans nobles have Knights. The Emperor’s Knight is the Head of the Round Table. Since Sloria has no Emperor but is ruled by Duke Dmitri, his Knight is the Head of their Army. “Stand, Sir Leo,” Dmitri ordered in a cool manner. “Meet my mate and the Duchess of Sloria, Roseanne Vadimovna.”

He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first. "Kneel, Boro Malus, son of Bora The Bold Malus" Boro did as he was told, swiftly dropping to one knee in front of Lord Jetir. "From this moment onward, until your service is completed, you are given the rank of Major Knight. You will be my strong right arm, and my eyes where mine can not be." he tapped Boro on his head, then once on each shoulder, and finally, pressed the tip of the blade gently to Boro's heart.

' Penetrating the ground with his sword the knight pours energy into it making the ground beneath him explode sending a cloud of dust everywhere covering the battleground. Delmar after seeing what happened tries to retreat out of the cloud of dust due to the lack of visibility. But Delmar notices movement out of the corner of his eye and before he knows it the knight is right beside him winding up to attack with his sword. However, Delmar manages to evade the attack at the last second while at the same time aiming his sword at one of the damaged points in the knight's armor.

' She swept her hand to the approaching knights, and they got thrown out in every side of the hall. The sorcerer released the king from her force and left the castle unharmed. She couldn't accept failure. It swallows her pride. Dareen, a young apprentice, met her in front of the massive city gate—closing and clanking. A watcher looked down from above and spat at them. Dareen glares up, raising his finger. Galindra gripped his arm. 'Dareen, don't make commotion here. You're in the wrong place. Just spare this mortal. He's not worth your time.'

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

He asked. I smiled and patted his hair. “Let’s go,” There was nowhere I would give out the secret of the well water in the tunnel. It was sacred and belonged to only members of my pack. I’m sorry Martin. As we approached the village gates, the guards eyed us suspiciously. "State your business," one of them demanded, his voice gruff. I lifted my chin, adopting an air of haughty indifference. "We are knights from the Kingdom of Eldoria, and we would like to participate in the fight of beasts,"

She noticed that the beautiful woman came closer to them. "Gavin enough, you can't hurt the person who helped me." Because of that, the blade slowly lowered and moved away from Zera. That's when the girl faced her before Zera glare at the man who tried to kill her. "Hey, what right do you have to point that arrow at me?! And since when did they allow to use a real katana when costplaying?!" Zera yelled at the young man who was wearing a long dress that reached his feet and his hair was also long and tied up to his shoulders...

I say haughtily. “Like how visums are cursed with immortality?” she says slowly. “Yes,” I sing out. “And how, as part of their curse, they can’t die, and the only thing that can kill them is exposure to bitterwort?” she asks, folding her arms and giving me a pointed look. I chew the inside of my cheek, “I might have forgotten that part. What was bitterwort again?” I ask in confusion. “Dandelion.” “Ah, that’s right! So I had a temporary brain fart, was I supposed to just let him continue to drown whether it would kill him or not?” I argue back.

"His hair is white." The fairy snorted and I turned to her. "What's funny?" "You can't find anyone with that description here. Ever." She said. "What does the fairy mean?" I asked Clover. "My name is Dandelion." The fairy corrected and I hummed. Is it a thing for fairies to have flowery names or what? "And what I meant is that description is the exact description of a ice witch. And ice witches have been off this country for a long time." "Why? Were they killed?"

And while my body twitched violently, my heavy eyes rolled up to the knife that was now stained with my blood. "Alpha Whadh…" I felt my body weathering while staring at the bead of blood dripping from the tip of the blade. The dark faces of the people around me were like a blanket over my soul. It was frightening to my bones. "How did you get into Dandelion, Dina? I'll come for your eyes the next time around!" "I swear, I don't know how. I just came down here while running away from the people in Kentha who want to kill me. Please, don't take my life. I want to see my brother and the real Alpha Whadh!"