Deadly Encounter K A Knight Novels & Stories

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

I added, and he sighed, taking a step back. “The same one who claims to be in love with you,” he muttered, and my eyes snapped up. “Knight is the one,” he added firmly, and my eyes widened. “What?” “He’s going to kill you the same way he killed Angelo,” Conan added, and I just stared at him. “Angelo is dead?” I asked calmly, and he nodded. “He was killed last night by the same one who is supposed to be a friend to him—Knight. My men reported to me directly,” he added, and a deep chuckle escaped me, followed by a loud laugh.

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

"You... you don't want me. You want the power. If you kill me, the Well dies with me." "A sacrifice I am willing to make," the Knight said. But before he could fire, a massive black shape slammed into him from the side. Killian had finally broken through. He didn't use a sword. He used his teeth. He clamped his jaws onto the Knight’s silver shoulder, the sound of metal crushing echoing through the clearing. They went down in a heap of silver and black fur. The Enforcers, seeing their leader down, began to falter. Sora’s pack sensed the weakness and redoubled their attack. The clearing was a chaos of screaming men and snarling wolves.

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

He wasn’t the one Kaia should be negotiating with. If Arthur Kennedy had taught his only daughter anything, it was that in any unfavorable situation, there was always room for negotiations. Any situation could be turned to her advantage—or at least could be swayed a little in her favor. But one didn’t negotiate with pawns. One negotiated with the king. And Kaia was looking forward to meeting him. Whoever the fuck he is... ________________________________________________

Okay, I understand. We rode on our horses back to Ignis Hella. "What happened here?" I asked when we pass by the first village. Dead bodies of villagers were scattered on the streets. There are also dead Ignis Hella Knights. "I can almost guess," Conrad replied and climbed off his horse. Everyone followed him. We heard noise from the closest house. We went there and saw an Ignis Hella knight who struggles to breathe. He has so many wounds and he's soaked in blood. Connor walked towards him and made him sit down on the floor.

One of my youngest knights, Nicholas, who I only saw a few minutes ago stabbing the life out of a Northern Whisper was now laying motionless upon the snowy ground; his chest cavity still bleeding out, intestines ripped violently from their home and pulled through his ripped dark skin, and it had happened so soon ago that a small cloud of body heat still rose from the deadly wound. And to think his name means conqueror… To his left, a woman who was one of my best spies and had the best baking skills of almost anyone I had ever met, laid on her front, the gouge in her back; the Northern Whisper had got what it wanted. A piercing cry pulled me back to reality and before I could even register wh

Who is insanely hot and dangerous! I could hear my heartbeat in my eardrums, ba..dum..ba..dum. We are in the elevator riding up to my floor, he's behind me,his scent assaulting my senses that I could hardly stand straight. It isn't too late to back out but my guts told me that Gray Westmore wouldn't be ecstatic about my change of decision and I wasn't saying that because I wanted him or his body.Nope.

“I found her at the bottom of a hill, covered in blood next to two dead wolves and a warrior fighting another. Sarah had given Luna clothes so she wasn’t naked in front of everyone.” “Get to the point…quickly.” “Well, Sarah and Luna were pulling Courtney out of the car and she was sitting on the ground by the time I got there. You see, I never met Courtney before, I only talked to Penelope at the ball so this was my first time meeting Courtney…” He trailed off and the realization of what happened hit me like a ton of bricks. “She is your mate.” I said quietly. He nodded yes, looking nervous.