Ensemble Stars Knights Novels & Stories

I had wind raising both Blake and I as we went to cross the knights; however, we were stopped when the knights grew triple their sizes, noticing that we were trying to flee. I looked at Blake whose canines were already bared, his wolf acting on instinct. And the same thing seemed to happen to Riya and Ariana who were standing by our sides. Elijah was knocked down by one of the knights, and it wasn’t long until one of the mermaids emerged from the water, cooing a gentle lullaby that had his eyes glowing blue as he fell into her chant.

"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

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.