Emilia Knight Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

But no matter how much she convinced herself, Emery hated that idea. As she spent her afternoon trying to forget about her fluctuating emotions, Lady Emily returned to the Eldford Hall where they were assigned to stay for the rest of their stay in the empire. She looked around the mansion and couldn’t help but admire how everything was so beautifully different compared to the royal palaces in the eastern continent. Only then, she stumbled upon a knight whom she remembered to be the one called Castor. She curtsied before him. “Sir Castor, is the king already in his quarters?” she asked.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

She was a naturally quiet person, more inclined to listen than talk. But the meeting was far more relaxed and easygoing than she’d imagined. Emilia was also much more outgoing than she’d expected. Before meeting her, Annabelle had pictured Emilia as a gentle, soft-spoken woman with a fragile heart, someone like a wall flower. But in person, Emilia’s eyes were clear, her smile was bright, and though there were traces of illness on her face, she radiated vitality. She seemed straightforward and easy to get along with. Thinking back on Emilia’s past actions, it made sense. She’d once saved Kendrick, and even donated blood without expecting anything in return—clearly brave, kind-hearted, and dec

Emilia didn’t look at herself, and it was clear something was eating her up from within. Emilia read through the file, but she was not satisfied. Not only was there a board meeting, but she also had to put up with her annoying cousin and uncle. Emilia sighed, tossing the file onto the table. There was nothing new that she didn’t know about. Kathleen was making advancements in taming Mr. Anderson, and the old hag was all over her. “I need to see Fredrick, Fredrick,” she concluded, watching the city from her balcony window. Emilia was restless; she was not good, and neither was her wolf. Lia wanted out, but now was not the time for her to get lost. From behind her, Emilia could hear the sounds

“I even picked my best shirt. Emilia has hers on too. She said she wants to look like a princess today.” My chest tightened at his words, a wave of emotion crashing over me. Emilia wanted to look like a princess because today, for the first time in her life, she would be chosen, celebrated, and claimed. I rose from the bed and followed Luca to the hallway, finding Emilia standing there shyly, holding the hem of her dress. It was a simple pale yellow dress we had picked out together, but on her, it was stunning. She looked so small and delicate, her big eyes wide with nervous anticipation.

The sun had only just begun to edge past the horizon, bleeding soft pink into a bruise blue canvas. I wanted to stay like that, alone, silent. But the scrape of heels against stone told me solitude was never meant for me. “Out early, aren’t we?” Her voice was light, musical even, but I didn’t miss the weight underneath. Emilia. Damien’s sister moved like she didn’t belong in this place. She wore a long silk robe the color of wine, its belt dragging loose at her side, her hair tumbling down her shoulders in soft waves. She looked like she had stepped out of a painting untouched by blood or fear yet every time her eyes locked with mine, I saw something sharper, something that knew far too much