Deadly Encounter K A Knight Novels & Stories

His shoulders became motivated on seeing this as they fought harder killing more men from the other side as they witnessed their new knight sergeant fight for the first time. As Kalen killed in the battle, he saw a suspicious man among the men from the self-proclaimed company as he maneuvered his way closer to where men shot from behind their military vehicles and blockaders. Kalen turned to shoot at him but focused on him too late as he sprinted closer to his knight’s ranks. The knights reacted fast by shooting at, but his armor held strong as he unsheathed his sword and sliced down. “Dodge,” Kalen suddenly shouted into the military communicator, but the targeted knight reacted too late and

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.

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.

While the knight was stung with disbelief, the man thrust forward and jabbed his sword into the knight’s throat. A horrified gurgle could be heard from the knight. His identity in The Empire was quite immense. He had been undefeated for most of his life, but now, he was killed in an instant without any remorse… Filled with resentment and disbelief, the knight fell to the ground paralyzed. Xynthia quietly looked through the gaps of her fingers while covering her face. She had been doing quite well within Mordu’s entertainment industry, so she naturally knew who a lot of the major figures were.

They’d done it before; they could and would do it again. “Drop your shields, Bones,” Knight ordered in a voice that caught painfully in his throat. He wasn’t looking at Bones—couldn’t, really. All his attention was focused on Kira's half-lidded empty green eyes and the puddle of blood soaking into the ground around her head like a gruesome halo, one limp hand curled beneath the wound in her neck. The pressure hovering over his body faded away, Bones' power receding. Knight heard the meaty sound of something hard hitting a body and contained his flinch. He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare.

The knight let out a furious roar and swung its machete at Nathaniel. Nathaniel shouted, "A level seven undead knight? Do you really think you can defeat me?!" He swung his sword once again and another beam of golden light followed. Being a peak level eight, dealing with such undead was like child's play for Nathaniel. With just one stroke, he decapitated the knight. The undead knight's attack halted instantly. It swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground. "Phew! It's finally dead!" The people around sighed in relief.

“I was supposed to be his mate. I’m his queen, not some useless wolf hunter.” Emory scoffed, choosing not to take offence at her insult. But was Kathleen really Rahl’s mate? She couldn’t be sure, only Aworyn knew. In a sadistic twist of fate, the gods had pushed Kathleen here to be her opponent in a fight to the death. They were toying with Kathleen, giving her a glimpse of what could have been before snatching it away at Emory’s hand. “I met Dante years ago when I joined the king’s warrior guild,” Kathleen narrated. “We trained together, fought together, and grew close.”

“It’s okay now, guys. I’m over it. I’m lucky I ran into Ryder that day. And I’m lucky to find him again shortly after that.” It's true. I was lucky I ran into him that day. I was also lucky that I found him again—at the time when I needed him the most. And it didn’t matter whether he was the bartender or the owner of the bar… he was my savior. My knight in shining armor. When I looked into Ryder’s eyes, I knew he knew that I meant those words too. He gently leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. And then he leaned his head towards mine and breathed in the scent of me.

David's eyes suddenly becomes teary after reading this, but he smiles instead. Thirty minutes later, David grabs his guitar and tries to play it, but he suddenly puts it away and decides to cook instead. Briana had turned her house into a Karaoke and was singing to her heart's content when she hears a knock on her door. She hesitates for a bit thinking it might be her stalker. When she finally opens the door after peeping through the camera on her door but sees no one, David suddenly appears from the corner, scaring her to death.

The air around me felt thick with tension as I waited for his response. “I see. Well, if you believe you are ready, then I will not hold you back. But I will warn you. It is not easy to kill someone, even when they are someone who deserves it. Taking a soul is a hard thing to endure. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of this, Kai.” He looked me over again before standing up, walking around his desk, and heading towards a picture on the wall. He snapped his fingers, and a door to a safe appeared. He lit a black flame in his palm and whispered a small incantation. The door, too, disappeared, leaving a large opening. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Balthazar asked me again. Turning towards