Eternally Regressing Knight Webnovel 소설 & 이야기

They wouldn't argue which story was more truthful than the other. Despite this, Taryn had kept any impulse to throw those tomes out the window at bay, and she had started reading. She read about the legend of the five white knights who, uniting, crushed the Darkness and confined it to another world along with all its evil creatures, waiting to be able to walk in human form on this earth again and when the time came the five knights would be reborn and defeat it forever. She read the legend of the Ucrie, Werod's damned daughters, who have been plotting for thousands of years waiting to awaken their father with the help of the Deorgh.

He bit his lip, poured the blood into the tempest, then he said in a lowly yet clapping of a thunderous voice, “Immortal once suffer a huge defeat. However, you exist amidst the luxurious of their sacrifices. Surely, you leaving now and the disappearances of the path of eternity...is a defying existence!” The words that uttered barely reach the boy ears. This boy is none other than Eterfinite! The time the words reach him, his entire being tremble and a his eyes lit up with the gold light. In an incense worth of time, just as the light disappear in his eyes, the tempest shattered and reveal the death of all the living things in the mountain! In an instant, they all turn into dust, leaving no

Long after the wars that caused our separation from the human race, the kingdom lived in peace under the rule of a king, a werewolf, Augustus Dostruin and a weak queen, Rebecca Dostruin. Soon an uprising began, one led by a man, a volk, one of the last remaining of his kind, your beloved. Ivans uprising grew stronger and stronger, many joining his revolt against the throne that was said to be incompetently and unjustly ruled. They spread lies, killed man without mercy, She saw the look on my face and laughed out, oh, dont tell me you believe that your beloved is an innocent man, he has blood on his hands, much more than myself and that is saying a lot.

"Gregory would have been king if he had won the war. The half shifter kingdom has been fighting amongst itself to crown a king but very recently, Gregory's son had shown up, executed every single council member and murdered people who got in his way to take the throne. And now.... It seems he wants to take revenge for his father's death. The mam confessed that he was sent here with a few of his comrades by the king and they had almost succeeded to do what they were sent here for." I squeezed my eyes shut and I could feel my throat closing up on me. What Sir Hunder is telling me is way above my specialties. "Your grace, we need to address..." Sir Hunder started but I shook my head. "Stop." I

The courtiers realized that they were witnessing a historic event. “You don’t want to? That’s what I thought. You really should have known the history of your home country, gentlemen! Three centuries ago, an unrightful king sat on the throne of Radenor and burned. It’s not magic, oh no. It’s the legacy of Alethar Radenor. Only his blood descendants can sit on the throne, no matter if they are illegitimate or not.” “The baby is alive!” Abigail shrieked. Smiling, I shook my head. It really hadn’t taken long for my aunt to recover...

Cassian was coming to pick me up tonight. Like a dying beast, I dropped to my knees, crawled on the freezing ground, and pressed my mouth to the edge of the plate, wolfing down the warm food. Humiliating? No. As long as I could escape this hell, dignity meant nothing. When the plate was empty, I saw a perfumed parchment slip pressed underneath. It was Giselle's cursive handwriting: [Sister, Julian and I forge our Eternal Blood Pact tonight. At the altar.] I looked at the line and couldn't even bother to sneer.

I asked, voice barely above a whisper. The warrior paused, collecting his thoughts as if weighing whether or not to speak. “Varyn is no mere warlord, girl. He’s cursed—immortal, bound by a dark magic that not even death can break. He is reborn every time he falls, each resurrection making him stronger. That’s why you’ve never been able to defeat him. Each time he dies, he’s reborn with more power, more cruelty.” The room went deathly quiet. Lucien’s grip on the table tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was strained as he spoke. “That’s impossible. No one is truly immortal. Not even Varyn.”

Claire chuckled. “Oh, that’s right,” she said. “That’s what we call the people who just came outta nowhere. They all just popped up in our regen facilities one by one, in the millions.” “From a year or so ago?” said Max. “That makes sense. At the Hegemony, we call ‘em Revisions. Apparently, they’re a better version of who they used to be, or somesuch. People keep saying they’ve got fewer flaws and are crazy strong. I even heard they’re immortal. I think it’s all faecus.”

"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

Frontier Knights are superior over normal Knights as they are given medicines to boost their magic in times of need, but even without the medicine a single frontier knight could take out 20 knights. At the very top is the Royal Knights, the ones who receive direct orders from the King. Known for their massive mana reserves and high aptitude in using magic, they are agile, smart, flexible and could fight for more than a day without rest. Trained by the person who brought down an enemy army on his own.