Elf Knight Novels & Stories

a loud commanding voice shouted at Martina and Drystan because they were the first ones to turn the civilians' eyes towards them. " Imperial knights..." Martina whispered, looking down at the gorgeous golden armour of the Knights. They were tall, slender, and had very handsome faces with pointy ears. Their hair was of unique colours like green,blue, yellow, pink etc matching with their eye's colour. It was Martina's first time seeing elves, she never expected them to be this beautiful. " Drystan, let's get down," she asked Drystan but he seemed to disagree. Rather than getting down, he raised his hand forming a huge burning fireball. Seeing that Martina immediately held Drystan's band and sh

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

The mood was sombre, those who were talking spoke in hushed whispers, a few knights commanded lower ranked soldiers regarding the last check on the supplies, but Layana’s eyes did not see any of this, she only sought Declan. She bowed absently to the king and queen Myra, Terania and Zephyr and the other members of the council. It was then, she spotted him. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing next to a white stallion. He looked handsome in his dark silver armour, on his arm was the House Storm crest, a deep red background with a silver bolt of lightning on a black shield. Upon his black cloak was the Ehlesian kingdom crest, despite it being smaller than the average it was clear

He'd become separated from his comrades and – "Was he a prince?" I interrupt the story. "A prince?" Gran looks thoughtful. "Well, this is a very old story my sweet. There are many different tellings of it. Some people do say he was a prince. Others tell it that he was a wandering knight in service to some ancient king, or else an elvish noble of the Fairy Court, lost and far from home. Some people even say he had wings like a bird, and he'd fallen down from a country above the clouds just to meet the girl.

I tease. To my delight, the wolf laughs, the sound deep and throaty. “Tonight’s going to be a lot of fun.” Strangely, I believe him. “Look after the fur babies,” I call out to Caleb as I make my way to the door. Knight jumps up from behind the sofa. “I beg your pardon! I am a knight, and knights do not have fur. Nor do dragons. They have scales. In this instance, they have gold scales. Not fur, you imbecile.”

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.

When I reached the raised dais, the Queen held out a ceremonial sword—silver and storm-blue, lightning etched along the blade. I knelt. Her voice lowered, but carried: “Rise, Lady Abigail Stormhart. The Storm Knight.” When I stood, cloak draped around my shoulders, I didn’t just feel like the main character anymore. I felt untouchable. And as I turned to face the hall again, Alaric waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, his smirk was the kind that said: That’s my woman now. Norma, from the side, whispered loud enough for several knights to hear:

The loud growl of the Darkrai burst on the dark forest making the knights trembles on their feet. "Calm down Gray, there's still next time. You're going to see her next time," the man said, the highest among the Aristocrats, the Emperor of Corceigea. Horror was seen on the knights eyes when the Emperor cut off the head of the knight he ordered to guard the lady. He didn't know that there was a disciple inside the house, he thought that it would be easier for him to get the daughter of God especially when she's living with ordinary humans, that was his thought.

Zergenth asked, looking deeply at Lycus Lewis. "Yes, I still remember my promise. I intend to atone for my sin," replied Lycus Lewis, looking back at Zergenth. *** Al was busy training the knights belonging to the Brighton family as usual. According to Edmund's instructions, Al formed a special knight force who capable of using the sword aura, which contains magical energy from nature. Some of the knights were also capable of using other magic artifacts. They were people with a natural talent for using magic.

Judging from its bulging, developed muscles and the faint vital energy it emitted, it likely possessed both qualities. Its gaping mouth revealed sharp fangs covered with viscous saliva. Its four limbs were well-developed, with long claws that could partially retract into its enormous paws. Behind it trailed a long, lizard-like tail covered with spikes that emitted a metallic gleam. Yet this powerful beast was not their opponent. If they were not mistaken, their adversary was the knight riding this flying monster. The knight had a towering figure, likely ten feet tall. He wore a full suit of metal armor covered with old bloodstains. His entire head was concealed by a huge helmet that obscured