English Knight Mga Nobela at Kwento

(Major Fontana) Knight Division is a little bit like a neutral faction in the Aeternum Military division as all of it’s member were mostly made up with the education of a true knighthood that originates from the early nobility education, so in terms of relation they were a little amiable and in friendly terms to the haughty and high standard Air Force.

He was like an angry lion who will jump on anyone who even dare to touch him. Somewhere in a big mansion, an old man in his late 70s was having his afternoon tea in a garden. His face was cold and aloof. Although he was in his late 70s his facial features were very good. He was like a dignified old man. He was none other than Jeffrey Knight, Alexander Knight's Grandfather. Knight family was one of the most powerful families for decades. It is said that the princess from the Zhang dynasty married the Knight family. In this way, they were related to royals. It is also said that they were the richest than the royals.

Just like on modern days, on my past life, celebrities have their own personak assistant or maid, that's the same as lady in waiting Usually, confidential letter or secret letter are always sent by them but I, don't realky do that and instead, I use my daddy's knight. Not that I trust my father's knight. It's just that those knights are bound to daddy so they can't disobey him even if they wanted to cause they are bound by magic. Yes, that's what it means to be a royal knight. But of course, not all of it are bounded to daddy because some of those knights are heir so bounding them will go against the law of the nobles.

At the mention of the name I got disgusted but still I didn't show it. " no I am not going anywhere with you, who the hell are you?... Why are you here?" I asked not trusting him at all. " we are here to save you princess... Oh shit you didn't recognize me...of course...how could you, you were so small when we last met...I am your cousin brother princess....akshay...." " akshay?...I don't know you" I asked staring at him.

I asked. “Yes, your highness.” The knight looked in my direction, lowering his gaze. “What is your rank among pack knights?” “I am an emerald knight, your highness,” he said. “An emerald knight? Hmm. Ok, you may go now,” I said. He bowed and left. “Morfan, I want his detailed information by tomorrow. He is just one rank lower than a royal knight. Emerald is not a bad rank. His skills must be on par with ruby knights.” I said.

What made him think I will be talking to them with mercy? Did we get lost in translation? Is this a communication barrier? Such a misunderstanding! And how could we have such a young knight?! this is child labor! "How old are you!?" I asked in a serious voice. The young knight straightened his back and answered like a well trained soldier. "Simon, son of Patra! Twelve years old, and currently a lowly knight, milady." I was more shocked. Not just because of his age but also because of his name! I heard that name from Mary! And I'm sure I can't be wrong because I remember it perfectly.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

Tossing his hand over my shoulder, he raises his eyes comically, "Let's grab a drink, shall we?" "You don't drink." I roll my eyes at him when the realization washes over him, and he dumbly makes a sound 'oh' to annoy me. This side of him gets on my nerves sometimes when he acts normal, pretending it isn't me who speaks rudely to him. Then again, he is the mature one here among the guys. "Besides, Ana needs you there the most. Look how uncomfortable she is looking, Eleanor." His jaw hardens as he looks at the guests around his wife, bothering Anastasia with questions she doesn't like to answer to anyone. "Questi fottuti bastardi ficcanaso!" Eleanor curses harshly under his breath in Italian,

Nick Knight. Soon lot of information came in front of me and some pictures if him. But I avoided the picture and start reading about him... "Mr. Nick Knight is known as the most eligible bachelor of Uk. He has a God gifted handsome look. He is known as the most successful young businessman. He has dated with the top model, actress, singer of Uk. But his every relationship lasted for more than one week. He never takes no as answer. People says he born to win. He has a nature to ordering around..

1113 AD, England "There you are, you lazy son of a bitch!" a strong male voice said, waking me from my slumber in the barn. I enjoyed lying in the hay as a cool breeze flowed through the barn this early morning, but the air would quickly become sultry, as summer was fast approaching. I slowly opened my eyes to my best friend, Lord Raif, Knight of England. I rubbed my then brown eyes and quickly looked around, realizing where I was. "What in God's name do you think you are doing, passing out in my barn like this?" he bellowed in his thick British accent. He was only a few years older than myself, but already in charge of all the knights in the kingdom.