Eternally Regressing Knight Webnovel Novels & Stories

🌑 Chains of Eternity The world had changed. Kael’s vision was swallowed by a suffocating darkness that was not mere absence of light, but something heavier, alive, pressing down on his lungs. He staggered, the echo of the coliseum’s collapse ringing in his ears. When his knees touched the ground, it was not stone beneath him but a shifting, spongy surface that pulsed faintly like flesh.

"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."

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

He was hurled backward, slamming into the distant wall, his armor cracking, shadows flickering as if they were dying embers. Kai collapsed to his knees, struggling for breath. Rowan groaned, regaining his senses. And Luna remained at the epicenter of the chaos, her eyes gleaming silver-white, her hair billowing as if caught in a breeze known only to her. The Fallen King slowly rose, fractures spiderwebbing across his armor. “This is not finished,” he snarled. “I will come back — and when I do, you will surrender what I desire.” His form contorted into black smoke and disappeared.

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…

I said, as I held the pillar that stood towering close to me. “If I told you about her earlier, and with the way you treated her when she arrived thjs pack. I am sure you would have killed her.” Briony voice stayed firm and stead, with her blind eyes resting on the roof. I stepped back and shook my head. "That is nonsense, Briony. You are speaking trash.” “I am beginning to doubt if really you are an elder of this pack or just an intruder.” "That's history," Lucien clarified, hus voice cutting through the already tensed air between me and Briony. The Eclipse King always follows the Lunar Queen's rebirth. Both of them are aspects of the same thing. Light and darkness. Devastation and resurrec

"I'm always thinking about how you feel." I turned away from him, pressing my hands against the edge of the table. The map was still there, spread out like a reminder of everything I was supposed to be responsible for. “But this war has been happening for years,” Gideon said behind me. “We won once, but it didn’t stop anything. We’ve still been sending knights to the border month after month, and they keep dying all the same. It just goes on.” His voice lowered. “We need to end it, so no more have to die out there and this kingdom can finally have peace.”

"It said, 'At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh f'rth. The daylight shall bleedeth. The moon shall caterwauling. F'r imm'rtality shall cometh to an endeth'. I'm sorry but that's how it was pronounced, but it says that the attack will occur from the heart that I found out that it refers to the heart of Wysteria, the place where the border of each kingdom, Avalone which is one of the closest to the heart of Wysteria. The disciples of darkness will come and ravage. The sun will bleed, or if I suspect correctly, it's talking about an eclipse or something about turning the sun red. I just don't know what caterwauling—" "Caterwauling means a cry from the t

With poison that could kill even an S-rank with a single drop in her possession, how could any Duke trouble her? "Let's get going so we don't annoy the duchess." Lexus abruptly stated, and everyone immediately stood up. So, we made our way back to the secret base. "What happened to your knight, Young Master Ethan?" "Oh, he's on leave because of his injuries." I fib without thinking. "Oh." The thick scent of blood lingered in the air as we approached the passageway from which Zagan had emerged. I frowned as I arrived, wrath rising in my heart.

But he refused to cry and give the Nether World scums the satisfaction they wanted to see. 'If I will die today, I would rather go down with my head held high. Those Nether World scums are the wrong ones, not me!' Reth fumed at the back of his mind. “Get up!” An unfamiliar voice of a celestial knight grabbed his tangled wings to make him stand. Someone cut his temporary bind from his wounded wrists and ankles. Instead, he was bound again by charmed chains around his skinned ankles, enough to make him walk. His wrists were bound again in front of him as the sack covering his head was harshly taken from him that the force almost made him stumble.