Eternally Regressing Knight Novel Novels & Stories

And again. If I was a villainess in the book, I must be the weakest one ever. Kaiser Klef was my weakness, and probably would always be. No matter how I try to hate him and want to get revenge on him, he always had a way to twist me around his finger. I must have owed him a billion in my past life if such things existed at all. Whenever I tried to end my obsession with him, all he did was just seduce me into forgiving him. No matter what I do, I can never bring myself to hate him for once.

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

A rather conventional division appropriate for the uses in this fantasy medieval era world, it was a division that born from my ideas, after all, I don’t want Aeternum military forces to be fully modernized, all wearing rifles and firearms all the way. The knight that uses swords arts, and the Wizards that uses magics need to stay and continued to be developed in Aeternum no matter what. Beside to me, it was something that is always I wanted to push and experiment, to see just how far it can go, and if the modern technology and knowledge and propel this class of people to another different height. So far, I believed that only Aeternum Military has an advanced Knight related research and know

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

The Sixty-Third tier was gone. The world was entirely white, a bright and clean white, like a piece of paper that had not been written on yet, moving fast about eighty miles an hour towards some huge knives in the distance. And sitting at the dead center of the moving sheet, his white linen shirt crisp, his silver hair neatly combed, and his human face perfectly smooth save for the long, jagged scar that ran from his left temple down to his throat, was the Lord Regent. He wasn't dead in the chasm, and he wasn't a blueprint diagram. He held a small, three-sided steel engraving-chisel in his right hand, and his gold pocket watch lay open between his knees, its seconds hand ticking backward tow

The golden kingdom became clearer. Nova saw people walking its streets. Talking. Laughing. Living. Yet something felt wrong. Very wrong. They never changed. Never aged. Never grew. Never moved forward. Every smile looked frozen. Every conversation repeated. Every life remained trapped in a perfect moment. Forever. The realization made her stomach turn. The Eternal Kingdom wasn't paradise. It was stagnation. A world where nothing ended. And because nothing ended, nothing truly lived. The traveler nodded slowly. "That was Malakar's solution."

_____ Chapter 4: The Dance of Dusk and Dawn In the heart of the forest, where moonbeams danced upon the leafy ground and the wind whispered ancient tales, the two eternal adversaries found themselves face to face once more. The setting was familiar, the tension palpable, as Seraphina and Adrian locked eyes in a dance as old as time itself. "Enough," Adrian growled, his voice tinged with weariness as he brushed a hand through his thick, dark fur. "I grow weary of these endless confrontations. Is there no end to this cycle of animosity?"

"What did I miss?" Was all I said and he smirked, opening the door for me. "It's just the beginning." .... I flip the pages of the old dusty books as my army waits for my command outside. My fingers moving on the names of the members of the royal bloodlines. I need to know this. Or we won't be able to win this fight tonight. The present will be always related to the past...to our past which was incomplete. And that's when I find it. Anara Knight

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"