Green Lantern Knight Novels & Stories

a loud commanding voice shouted at Martina and Drystan because they were the first ones to turn the civilians' eyes towards them. " Imperial knights..." Martina whispered, looking down at the gorgeous golden armour of the Knights. They were tall, slender, and had very handsome faces with pointy ears. Their hair was of unique colours like green,blue, yellow, pink etc matching with their eye's colour. It was Martina's first time seeing elves, she never expected them to be this beautiful. " Drystan, let's get down," she asked Drystan but he seemed to disagree. Rather than getting down, he raised his hand forming a huge burning fireball. Seeing that Martina immediately held Drystan's band and sh

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

It was his way of lashing out. Bright inhaled slowly. "Do you think you are the only one who has someone to protect? Me too….. I have a brother to protect.” Knight’s eyes dilated. “I did my best to protect him and now that he had entered the ruthless cycle, I wish to be useful at any turn in any way.” Knight stood up. “I am not sure if you are trying to protect someone worth protecting.” He patted Bright’s shoulder. “Thanks for the apology.” Knight found the key in the car and drove off. He glanced at the omega lying on the back seats motionless covered in Bright's sky blue coat.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

"The strongest of the Celestial Gears, and yet it was only half the potential. So where is this Dragoknight?" "I don't know. The dwarf knights took it from me." "I see. Hey Gronta, perhaps we could strike a deal. How about-" "No." Guinevere was just about to negotiate with Gronta, but was rejected before she could. This left Guinevere in shock. "What?" "I said no. I will not make a deal with you. Not on this matter." "Why?" "Dragunov is a threat. Just because he is a Dragon Emperor, it does not deny that fact." Gronta said.

"There is always a choice. It must hurt to be near him." "It does. Every day." "Then why stay? A woman with your skills could work anywhere. My father always said you were the brain behind half of Zane’s deals." I looked at him, surprised. "Arthur said that?" "He did. He told me that if I ever wanted to beat Zane Knight, I should hire you away from him." Enrique smiled, but his eyes remained serious. "The offer is real, Kanya. If you ever decide you have had enough of being a ghost in his life, come to London. I’ll give you a position that matches your actual worth."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I said loudly and Knight immediately turned around and placed his hands on my mouth. “Stop shouting ! We need to find a way to escape so that you can stay alive and come back for vengeance. It won’t make sense for us to fight them now , we will both end up dead” Knight Whispered close to my face , this made me to have a closer view of his eyes. They were light brown with golden freckles , he is wearing a mask and face cap so I couldn’t see the rest of his face properly. “Over there! I can see 2 figures over there!” We heard the annoying voice and the sounds of more people running towards us.

Their sacrifice powered whatever grew here at the Necropolis's heart. At the tree's base, a small patch of dark soil waited, incongruous among the bones and stone. The Shadow Knight knelt before it, shadows swirling around him as he considered what seed identity might require. The answer came from memory the Hunger Shades had failed to devour, that the trials had failed to transform. He reached into the essence of what had once been his heart, extracting a fragment of who Kaelen Dawnblade had been: the knight who believed justice served truth, who protected the innocent, who stood against darkness.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything