Eternally Regressing Knight Webnovel Novels & Stories

Time had run out. Kaelen embraced his sister once more, ruffled Marcus's hair, and strode from the chamber. His footsteps rang against stone, each one carrying him away from the morning's triumph toward an uncertain darkness. The last pure day of his life was ending. Though he didn't know it yet, Kaelen Dawnblade would never see the Eastern Marches again. Not as the man he was now. Not with his faith intact. In years to come, when bards sang of the Shadow Knight's origin, they would begin here: with a good man answering a summons, believing in justice, trusting in the Light. They would sing of how that trust was betrayed, how faith became fury, how love transformed to loss.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIWE Asher’s breath hitched. “Nine hundred years ago?” Just as the question left his lips, Silas’ entire body began to slightly fade, his form shimmering as though he were dissolving into the air. “It was the same day, nine hundred years ago, when everything ended...it is the same day tonight that it all starts over again.” His voice grew more distant as he spoke, the words thick with sorrow. “The past is repeating. The first Alpha King of the realm, Ryker Wraithe, has broken free from his curse with her turning twenty-one. She will remember everything about her past, her life...and the mistake she made...falling in love with anyone. With the Dread Lord.”

Doors started to appear once more in front of her, with their intricate designs and marks that tell the personality of their owner, the book opens and flips its pages once again, as she reads the profile. “The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero. An in-line family of Hunters and once holder and known blood tied to Daniela’s perfect ‘SHE’. He is the imperfect-perfect counterpar

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

said Rogue sarcastically as he turned to look over at Sir Alex who was standing at the end of their queue making Sir Alex sputter . ******* " Gahh , get off me . I'm feeling really bad here !" " Oi, don't touch me there - how dare you ! I'm Regulus Kaisen the leader of holy knight 's seventh squadron , how dare you manhandle me like that ?" " Oi , Oi - Don't ! Gahh ! You uncharacteristically rude maid !"

With a heavy sigh, he turned back toward his territory, the weight of destiny pressing upon his shoulders. Simultaneously, Seraphina alighted upon the battlements of her ancestral castle, her gaze lingering upon the darkened forest below. The events of the night replayed in her mind, the intensity of her encounter with Adrian echoing within her immortal soul. With a sense of trepidation and intrigue intertwining within her, she retreated into the shadows of her sanctuary, the prophecy's foreboding words echoing ominously as she prepared to confront the uncertain future that lay ahead.

Claretta skimmed the title of the online novel and Claretta felt dizzy at their behavior. "You're only running out of time on this?" Claritta sighed. "Don't you know? They are handsome and very cool fictional characters. Moreover, the main character of the knight in the story.” The other said that his eyes were like being hit by love arrows. "This novel tells the story of someone who is incarnated in the novel and becomes the main character, namely the Knight," "What's so interesting about the novel?" asked Claretta, still not understanding their excessive interest. “Reincarnation anyway? What the hell is that? Just a superstitious story that has no basis at all." objected Claretta.

Cocking my head back, I take a moment to catch my breath as rain begins to fall from the sky. “Enough.” The Knight commander hisses, removing his armour. “This ends now, between us.” He roars as his long fingers grip his lance firmly. As I collapse to my knees, I watch as the remaining Rions gather their fallen Knights and remove their lifeless bodies from the circle. I painstakingly begin licking my wounds, attempting to heal myself as much as possible before my final battle. A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”

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.

The ink flowed down the wall and onto the ground, racing toward the Original Knight. The Knight tried to swing his sword, but the black ink grabbed his ankles. "What... what is this?" the Knight gasped. "It's the 'Unfinished'!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "It’s the anger of every character you left behind! You want to be the Knight? Then lead the 'Deleted' back to the **X**!" The ink pulled the Knight down. It pulled the wingless dragon down. It pulled the faceless child down.