Ever After High White Knight Novels & Stories

Kaelor roared, his ancient obsidian sword swinging in a brutal, horizontal arc that decapitated another assassin who had tried to creep toward her from the shadows of the mural. ​"You're too late, Ashthorne!" Lysander shouted, throwing a dead assassin to the floor as he turned his fierce, bloody gaze onto the High King. "She is already within the sanctuary of the Midnight Eclipse. She has accepted the raven's wing! Step back, or I will finish what your grandfather started forty years ago!"

Mia clutched her chest and staggered sadly, "But he is my lover." "Haha... your lover?" Ashley's pale lips did not have a trace of blood, and her eyes were shining desperately, "My love for him is no less than yours. My dear sister, are you willing to exchange your life for his?" "..." Mia's eyes narrowed. ."Sister, don't worry. Yohannes is yours. He is yours from the beginning to the end." Ashley raised her head slightly, looking at the sky with a blurred gaze. Suddenly, a strange light bloomed in her eyes, As if living towards death, the next second, she swung the sword in her hand and wiped it towards her neck, her soft and light body fluttered down like a fallen leaf... "

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

"Tiffany made her choice three days ago. She's my mate now. Whose wolf do you think she belongs to?" Damian was completely blindsided. He whipped his head toward Luna Queen on the dais, but Luna Queen didn't even look at him. She just lifted her silver cup and took a slow sip of wine—a silence more damning than any answer. Damian's lips trembled, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He'd walked out that day without looking back. He had no idea what had happened after. He gritted his teeth and turned to me, his voice climbing from desperate to raw with anger. "Tiffany, this is a joke, right? You were supposed to choose me! We had an agreement! Why are you with this cripple?"

The crowd was eating it up. If Jane were not the star of that trainwreck, I would be tempted to turn it into the next hit TV show. Jane looked like she was about to crumble, and I could not hide my disgust. "The day my mom passed, you weren't sick in the hospital. You were reigniting the spark with Max, rushing to a hotel room to seal the deal. "And here I was, thinking you were just grieving too hard, so I gave you the keys to a fancy Evergreen villa. Jane, have you no shame?"

KNIGHT “Wow. Did you hear that, Alpha?” Luka laughed. Our little fun moment was cut short when the double door swung open. Victor, Dane, and Zarah entered. We all rose to our feet and waited for the verdict. “Nirvana Thorne, Luna of White Moon Pack has been acquitted on all charges.” Victor put the paper on the table and scribbled his signature. “Alpha Knight Blackwell of White Moon Pack, you are appointed the head of the council advisor. Don’t say no. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Partners, but don’t screw up again.” As we shook hands, the sparks dancing between my fingers, causing the mate-bond to hum in my chest, I noticed how his swallowed my own. Why did everything about him have to be so large? The crowd all turned as Knight grabbed a glass of wine off a waiters tray and lifted it into the air. He spewed some nonsense about what a great evening we all were having until someone moved through the crowd with an envelope in hand. I didn’t hear the amount we had raised for the night, because an explosion sounded in the distance. For a moment I thought it was Caius with his strange lightning ability, but then the building shook.

“You... you came.” “I'll always come,” Killian whispered, kissing her forehead. The moment of relief was cut short by the sound of a hundred clicking rifles. They were surrounded. Not by the Council, and not by Silas’s men. A new group of soldiers stepped into the clearing. They wore white tactical gear with a Crescent Moon and Sun crest. These were the High Elite Guardians, the personal army of the Lunar King. A woman stepped forward, her silver hair braided like a crown. She looked at Faith, then at Sarah, and finally at Killian.

A long, low, haunting note that made the very air feel heavy. I looked up. Standing on the highest crag, silhouetted against the massive moon, was a rider. He was dressed in silver armor, his horse as white as snow. He held a long, curved blade that caught the moonlight. "The High Seat," Rowan whispered, his voice trembling. "That’s the First Knight. They didn't just send Silas. They sent the executioners." The rider raised his blade, pointing it directly at us. "Run," Killian growled.

It was clear that Kaze barked up the wrong tree. “Who is Mr. White, Vincent?” Deborah asked Vincent. Vincent murmured, “I don’t know what to say about the dummy. How does he get himself into such situations? He even messed with Angel White. That’s Cronus’ buddy and ally. He’s a respectable figure in the business world. Even Gold Tooth and Dan Niner had to humble themselves in Mr. White’s presence. “By the looks of things, the idiot must have angered Mr. White. He’s done for.”