Novel & Cerita Dandelion Knight

Doors started to appear once more in front of her, with their intricate designs and marks that tell the personality of their owner, the book opens and flips its pages once again, as she reads the profile. “The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero. An in-line family of Hunters and once holder and known blood tied to Daniela’s perfect ‘SHE’. He is the imperfect-perfect counterpar

"You know the weights, how, and why, you and your brother have become the royal knights of Clapestris." Suddenly, Darina felt a familiar thug of her heart that speaks all languages of dreading a pain and tremor on the foundation of her dreams. As if the ripples of Lake Neyriz suspend in itself, to roll against their sail, to bring her to the ultimate question that calls her to bring down her pursuit. "My daughter, will you not consider stepping out from the title of the Royal Knight for everyone's sake?"

"It seems so. Wasn't it really strange from the start how a prince who had always kept himself hidden and didn't have a strong source suddenly became the holder of the throne? How can he defeat the troops of the late crown prince and the late king? Isn't that weird?" “Oh hey, haven't you heard that His Majesty has a hidden force that he said would appear today?” "What? Ah, the new knight? I may have heard his name mentioned a few times in our club but I have a hard time remembering it. Seeing as I'm having a hard time remembering him, couldn't it be that he wasn't real?” “I'm sure his name is Delon, or Dallan, or-” "Dylan." "Oh yes! Dylan, that's his name. How do you remember, sir… Sir Thebe

She felt the fang’s hum, channeled her dream-silk lullaby into the knight’s mind: > “By starlit vow and echoed call, > Let steel be still and darkness fall…” The knight staggered mid-charge, lance clattering as his knees buckled. His horse whinnied, stamping. The other riders hesitated, confusion rippling through their ranks. Vera seized her chance. She spun, dagger flashing, slicing through the fallen lance’s haft. The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor.

"That's because where you should have came is to me, I was supposed to train and teach you, not them" Danté frowned at him "You?" "My name is Alister Exavier, I was your father's older brother, and I am a paladin, the last one next to Amber here" Danté looked at her but frowned "You? A Knight?" She puffed her cheeks up "Never heard of Joan of Arc? Women can be knights you know" "And what does that mean for me?" Dante asked. Alister reached down and from a bag drew a sword, it belonged to Danté, one of the few weapons he has in his arsenal, and one he prefers using against ghouls.

The russet-eyed guy huffed and crossed his arms, his gaze pinned on Delaney as we sat beside Morris, removing the hoods of our cloaks. "Anyhow, this one with me is Cyan Belladonna, Sir Killian's daughter." Morris put a hand over my shoulder, plastering a smile on her face, and motioned at the russet-eyed guy. "And this gentleman is—" "Zyrak Ovale, third year, one of the Pillars, known as the Gale Knight," He said, his voice dripping with pride, and extended his hand across the center table between us. "Nice to meet you, Belladonna."

He concluded that the Dragon King from Sol might be as powerful as a Sacred Knight. In Durandal, knights also had various ranks according to their strengths—Bronze Knight, Silver Knight, Golden Knight, Sacred Knight, and Divine Knight. Bronze was the lowest, and Divine was the highest. After estimating James’ strength, the old man waved his hand nonchalantly and said, “He’s not even thirty and shouldn’t be worth the effort of sending a stronger family member to suppress him. Let him do as he pleases. Meanwhile, you should work on getting even stronger.”

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One Amidst a moonlit garden, the Knight meticulously arranged the engagement fairytale, each detail woven into a dreamy tapestry of romance. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the scene as he nervously awaited Annabelle's arrival. Roses adorned every corner, and the air was filled with anticipation. As Annabelle approached, the Knight's heart raced. He took a deep breath, clad in his finest armor, and with a voice filled with sincerity, he asked, "Annabelle, will you make me the happiest man in the realm and marry me?"

Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before. I flipped to the first page. Dragon Knights are the rarest and most elite magical beings on earth. They are widely renowned within the magic community for their unique set of skills, mainly centered around their ability to ride and control dragons. Due to their connection with dragons, the most fearsome of mythical creatures, Dragon Knights are mighty warriors who rarely fail in battle, and share a deep bond with their personal dragons. This is a bond even unbreakable through the strongest of magic. Many Dragon Knights come from noble bloodlines. It is the sacred duty of Dragon Knights to keep their bloo