Novelas y relatos de Emilia Knight

Emelia looked at the knight standing in front of her, looking at her coldly and smiling at Irene “It's okay, I'm sure he won't do it again.” She said while looking at the knight who looked at her, as if he wanted to kill her, so she smiled at him and quickly fled in front of him While the other remained standing in his place, chasing them until they disappeared in front of him At sunset, Emelia returned from her trip with Irene. She lay down on a bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in everything that was going on around her. She only felt someone jumping on the bed, putting his hand over her mouth, as if he was suffocating her, while looking at her coldly.

“And he loves to shock them too.” Helos laughed. He left his seat and came forward to help her to the table where he pulled a chair out for her to sit. “This is my wife Delia, Delia this is Queen Emilia of Camelorn daughter of King Festus of Intavia.” “The painters could not capture your beauty well enough, Queen Emilia.” Delia placed her hands on the tables delicately. Emilia smiled. “Do call me Emilia, please. How is the baby doing?” She tried to remove the bite from her question.

Emilia was Damien last surviving relative as the rest were all killed by him. She left the castle in her twenties and married a duke Robert Hamilton, her two sons Louis and warren Hamilton, were about the same age with Damien. "This little brat is your future wife..." Emilia smiled in disdain as she sized Madeline, she was taken aback by her beauty..emerald eye, pointed nose, red full lips, her jade like face..it was the definition of perfection. "We live in a dangerous world...is she some princess.." Emilia just called Madeline a princess, meaning Madeline was only beautiful and couldn't even protect herself.

She felt a surge of determination, knowing that she had made him proud. The ceremony concluded, and Emilia made her way to the Winston house, a sense of purpose burning within her. She was ready to claim her rightful inheritance – the company old Mr. Henry had left in her care. He had treated her like a granddaughter, loved her unconditionally, and entrusted her with his legacy. Unlike his biological grandchildren, spoiled by their mother Catherine, Emilia was the chosen one, the heir to his hard work and dedication.

By the time their party reached the edge of the clan’s territory, the air itself seemed to stiffen around them. The gates were opened in tense silence. Warriors who once smiled at Dante now averted their eyes. Emilia walked at his side, robed in deep black, a subtle red gleam beneath the fabric. Her crown—formed of bone and blood-forged silver—gleamed in the fading sun. Her gaze was unreadable, sharp as glass. Luka trailed behind them, ever loyal, but his eyes flicked to Emilia more than once, uncertain. This wasn’t the same girl he once teased around campfires or offered spare meat to when she refused to eat.

She simply shoved Eleanor aside and walked into the house. “Where is Nick?” Eleanor frowned at the rudeness. “He’s not here yet. Why are you here?” Emilia rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. “I’m here to talk to him about the charity gala next week. But he wasn’t picking up his phone, so I decided to come here.” Eleanor closed the door and, for the first time, really looked at her sister-in-law. Emilia Beaumont was Nicholas’s younger sister. She was a spoiled brat who had always looked down on Eleanor for being the replacement wife and had never even tried to hide her disdain.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

Emilia knew that the princess was only needed alive for the time being, just to bend the shadows lord's arm in case the fire lord couldn’t defeat him, but after that, the two were doomed, and that is why she didn’t see the point in being careful with the annoying human, leaving her on the hot ground, Emilia walked to the well like pit, staring at it depth, a place she personally prepared as a backup plan incase Micka, her Lord, cousin and fiancée, was in danger, again, she wouldn't let the shadows’ lord walk out of the cave alive, the pit was like a portal toward the furthest point of the fire empire, the place called the dead lands, where the dark energy was too dense even for demons to sta

Stella shook her head vigorously and reached out to hold me, “You aren’t understanding Em. That’s not what I meant.” She tried to hold my hand but I immediately jerked back and shot her a glare, “OF COURSE YOU MEANT THAT!! Damien Knight isn’t God. He doesn’t own everyone. You all can worship him and accept his slavery but I won’t.” Her jaw ticked by my words, “What do you mean by that Emma?? I am just stating the facts. Why is it so difficult for you to accept it? Your tears or screams won’t change the truth that you do have no chance against Damien Knight.”