Elf Knight Novels & Stories

Keil pronounced, she was the Champion of Zark, she would never dare to deny a duel, if she was defeated that means that Zark's honor was gentle, that was something she would never allow. From the Wight an aura of murderous intent will unleash against Keil. But said aura was insignificant, if it was intended to intimidate Keil; for she would need an extremely powerful aura to intimidate the Platinum Valkyrie, Keil. "A knight's ability," Keil whispered to herself. [Challenge] was an extraordinary ability of the knight class, although the Samurai class also possessed a variant of it. Once a day, a knight could challenge an enemy in sight to combat. This caused the knight's melee attacks to deal

My dragon. As we rose into the sky, I could see the movement of the infantry and the knights across the field, into the stronghold of Ven Elan, and then Daerton, on the walls, glowing with blue light that concentrated in the clenched hands stretched out before him, his face snarled as he spat out spell incantations. Dangerous, Glenowayn had called him, and I could see it now, in the power that he drew to him, that snapped his hair and cloak in its backdraft, in the rigid defiance that had his chin thrown back as he wreaked horror upon Pres Helef. I saw a second monster claw its way onto the bridge.

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“I want to hear it from you, Sir Kael. Swear it to me.” Kael shut his eyes and said, “I swear it, My King. I swear it with my life and my honor as the Divine Knight.” Seconds after, their heads turned forward ahead of them as one beast cried and landed on top of the high walls. It spotted them immediately, then it screeched louder. “Allow me, My King,” Kael said as he galloped forward, pulling out Icebane, his sword. The beast breathed fire up towards the heavens, then eyed the two incoming riders, the next it lunged down to meet them.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its edge crackling with black anti-magic lightning. Fifty yards away stood Lord Kaelen, the ancient founder of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf Dynasty. Kaelen was a terrifying titan of a shifter. He was almost seven feet tall and his huge form was clad in overlapping plates of ancient star-iron and crimson dragon-scales. His back sprouted four huge dragon wings made of living, solid blood-red flame, scorching the very air around him. His hair was long and threaded with silver wire, his eyes burned like twin dying stars. In his hands was The Sun-Shatterer, a gargantuan two-handed broadsword forged from the core of a fallen star.

he grouched to the guards. "We can't do that, sir," replied the elder guard, hands on his sword. "I am Baron Cymbeline! My family paid for this great palace! I'll walk in it if I want to and—" He tried to push past but the guards held him back. They were attempting to be respectful and follow orders at the same time. Not an easy task. Violet decided to help them out. She reached out for Baron Cymbeline's magic. It was faint—nothing like a Monarch—but she sensed the wrath lurking in his veins. Nobles always practiced a weaker version of their Monarch's power and Violet was relieved to find blood elves were no different.

Arai became silent. The Knights were now being prepared in great detail by the Emperor. So many Knights who mastered and had the ability for ranged attacks were quickly recruited as a team. “Has the Emperor found a way to fight the Wyverns?” asked Arai at last. "Mages. We got help from the West Continent. Crown Prince Heinrich Hyacinth offered his assistance and his personal Elite Mages," Caitlyn said then. Caitlyn explained what was discussed at the meeting that day, and after she said it, she saw Arai thinking in silence.

Elen felt grateful for the generous gift and accepted it, not wanting to offend the duke. Outside the mansion, a black carriage with a dragon symbolizes the house of Adelstein was waiting for them, along with the five knights. Elen recognized two of them as she had met them before when she encountered the duke on the street. The man with pink hair noticed her glance and introduced himself and the other knights. "I am the captain of the Black Sword, Alaric from the house of Silvestre," he said. Elen remembered that the Silvestre family was loyal to the duke.