Every Knight Has Its Day Mixels Novels & Stories

Valentino followed Luke around like a lost puppy as they waited for Alessandra's school day to end. Luke ran his errands as usual, the only difference was that he had Valentino to boss around. Valentino never complained. He followed whatever Luke told him to do. Luke didn't feel impressed by this, he thought that Valentino was trying too hard.

The kind of night that makes you think about what you might not see again. “Mount up,” Lucas said, but honestly, nobody needed telling. They were already in the saddle, ready to ride. And off they went, heading for the old mill where the real trouble waited. Five knights, different as chalk and cheese, but bound tighter than blood, about to walk into whatever hell Kael had cooked up, just because Marcus meant that much. Behind them, the castle slept, clueless. In front, a nightmare camp of corrupted soldiers and a magic way nastier than anything in the stories.

"There was a great seven-sided mêlée as well, and archery and axe-throwing, a horse race and tourney of singers . . . " "Never mind about all that." Bran squirmed impatiently in his basket on Hodor's back. "Tell about the jousting." "As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of t

“BLOOD THAT DRIPS, SOULS THAT ARE NEEDED TO BE COLLECTED. SPILL UNTO THE FLOOR AND TAINT THIS BORING WORLD WITH YOUR SCARLET COLOR.” She hears, loud and clear, yet no one aside from her is bothered by it. Like she is the only one who can hear such taunting and dread. “I like the new character that they introduce in that episode. A chivalric knight!” Imitating the scene of the television fantasy show they’ve been watching, while having all the fun and ears into each other’s comments. Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece.

while waiting for the waiter to bring my cafe latte i checked on my phone and i saw a text from Nicole Sorry can't come, mom sent me for some errands , but will come for lunch later. "Hmm..today seems boring" i muttered to my self i suddenly feel a presence near me i turned my head to see who's there to my surprise i found the master himself king jerk staring at me with a evil smile i thought to my self i think my day just turned from boring to bad . "what is your problem, why are you following me?" He said he sat down on the chair facing me with a smirk

“How’ve the Trials been treating you?” “Well… as you can see,” Selene said, spreading her hands toward her coven. “They’ve been a breeze,” a new voice cut in, dripping with mockery. Damian stepped out, his fellow vampires filing in behind him like shadows. “It’s only you weak and pathetic fools who think there’s been a challenge so far.” “I’d beg to differ,” Orin, the witch boy, snapped. “Were it not for us, you’d have been lost the moment you entered the maze.”

Then I sat there a while longer, watching her breathe, thinking about the contract sitting signed on a table somewhere in a hotel conference room, and the name attached to it, and what was coming in three days. * * * The next morning, a message came from Mr. Cole. Be ready. Mr. Knight will receive you at his office at two o'clock. I stood in front of the small mirror in my apartment bathroom and looked at myself for a long time. I smoothed my hair back and straightened the collar of my dress. The dress was simple and clean but it was the best I had. "You can do this," I said to my reflection. My hands were cold. The building was enormous. The glass and steel reflected the sky. I stood on the

KNIGHTS Months passed, the knights returned to the emperor. The throne room was clouded in a thin layer of mist. "My Emperor, this mist isn't natural," the kneeling knight said. "I know. It's that mage again. He and his experiments," the emperor said while moving from one armrest to the other. "What have you discovered?" "Nothing much, My Emperor." "There must be something?" "The elves have returned to their old tricks." "That's something new." "I don't like it. If anything happens, you know what to do."