Novel & Cerita Garo Makai Knights

Suddenly the murmuring stopped as everyone turned their head towards the huge gate as they saw six very tall knights, wearing black armour with red lines capes. Despite the dark metal, their armour shone in the sunlight... . . . To be continued... . Hey Guys, please do give me your precious reviews in the comments section... . With Much Love... Elvira 🤍

"I asked her not to bring my family into this mess... But then Innath, Cole, and Calcifer and even you got hurt. Mal almost lost his life because she doesn't understand how to feel." "She's dangerous..." I trailed off as I tilted my head. Speaking of Mal... "You- wouldn't happen to know where Malakai is?" He smirked and looked at me with a devilish smile. "Knights from Dragavei," he whispered quietly. "Snuck him off. I let them take him when I realized it was them. But, don't go telling anyone." He held out a pinky. "It's for his own safety sis." He looked at my hand. I groaned and sore with my pinky.

He swung the blade in a circular flourish and slid it back into its sheath expertly. The Knights on the platform, as well as those gathered nearby, broke into applause. Each new Knight was presented with armor and a Khortaal. They each drew their new blade, raising them in salute toward the Dragon. “Black Knights!” boomed Ghaeron, “You are now the sword that defends Edon. The steel that protects the innocent, and banishes the wicked.”

Aria closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze, her lips unconsciously puckering up. His ringtone sounded loudly, startling Aria. With his arms still around her waist, he picked up. Yes, the first word tinged with irritation, Ok I’m on my way. I have to leave Yes, that’s alright. I’ll see you tonight, he left but not before stealing a light peck. It was only after he left that Aria finally breathed. Had he always been like this? She’d obviously heard of Roman Knight, but he was always described as a ruthless man with no patience or tolerance for anyone. The fact that unlike those second-generation heirs, he’d never had any scandal with a woman, made people question his sexual

I admitted. “Who exactly are you?” I asked, studying him carefully. This was only the second time I had met him, yet there was something unique about him. A special aura I could not quite describe. Something noble. Ancient. Mysterious. “Like I said before, I’m Karl,” he answered. “And I am the Head of the Moon Guardian Knights.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a gentlemanly bow. “Okay.” “So you’re a knight belonging to some secret organization.”

“I only saw half his face, but I’ll never forget that look.” “He’s got a heavy grizzled beard your highness but that’s all I saw.” Elyn says, the oldest and most experienced of her maid and Fria, her little sister added. “Don’t worry your highness, we told the guards all we know of him.” ‘Which isn’t much. The golden colored mark on his right shoulder suggests he’s a Movakon knight, but there are seven–thousand knights in the palace alone.’ Camilla thought knowing it was almost impossible to catch him. His movements were suspiciously too relaxed and poised which is unbefitting of a knight, and his clothes looked too short and tight on him, implying it may not be his.

This ancient and wonderous Turkish castle has stood tall for thousands of years and actually holds many pleasant memories for me, but now it’s about to be my tomb. Arthwin and Aulen both place a hand on my shoulders and guide me past the barrier. Aulen also has a hand on Manon to let her past the barrier. The Fortis twins became the Kartheca’s resident makkares a few centuries ago. The Delegation always have makkares living here to aid them should they need it, and they are almost always twins. Twin makkares hold a level of magic that is beyond the average makkari, but not as strong as a Priest or Priestess. Alone they are no stronger than the average makkari, but when they combine the flame

Germaine could not take her eyes off the creature that stood in front of them. Zar turned to their party and began introductions. "This is Kalo." A female goblin appeared beside him. "And this is Moka. They are mated as well as the keepers of the goblin race." Germaine looked from the dwarf-like creatures and back to Zar. She did not know what to make of the situation. If Zar was a goblin, then how come he was the direct opposite of how these two looked? Questions swam in her mind, and eyes as well, because as Keratin loosened his hold around her waist to move forward and shake the goblins, Zar used that opportunity to stand beside her and whisper into her ear. "I'll explain later."

Tossing his hand over my shoulder, he raises his eyes comically, "Let's grab a drink, shall we?" "You don't drink." I roll my eyes at him when the realization washes over him, and he dumbly makes a sound 'oh' to annoy me. This side of him gets on my nerves sometimes when he acts normal, pretending it isn't me who speaks rudely to him. Then again, he is the mature one here among the guys. "Besides, Ana needs you there the most. Look how uncomfortable she is looking, Eleanor." His jaw hardens as he looks at the guests around his wife, bothering Anastasia with questions she doesn't like to answer to anyone. "Questi fottuti bastardi ficcanaso!" Eleanor curses harshly under his breath in Italian,

Following Tara to the door I thought about who must have been desperately trying to break down our door. Tara slowly reached for the door and opened it gently. Standing grumpily in front of us was a burly figured bald man. Glancing at him, I quickly observed an ornamented sewing of a black serpent on his chainmail amour. A knight you might say, but no ordinary one. He was a member of the keepers. The bald Knights. Even the women always were too. It was believed that they had to get all form of impurities so one can be pure and cleared from their sins. Like that made any of them less corrupt.