Hollow Knight Fanfic Novels & Stories

Long enough for me to not be able to see your presence. 'As you wish, my lady.' After the knight followed her order, Aurora began to walk faster as to lose the knight purposely. Aurora knew that her brothers care for her so much but she felt much more comfortable being alone than having a knight escorted her everywhere she goes. Ensuring the knight has lost sight of Aurora, she went the opposite way where after several minutes she found a secret lawn decorated with a thunderous man-made fountain with layered water flow. Around it, an untold number of butterflies and fireflies where it had to brighten the place much more pleasant.

Sa tinagal tagal ko naring nawala dito, ay medyo wala na ring nakakakilala sa akin, at baka nga ang iba ay naniwala naring patay na nga ako. Matalim ko muna silang tinitigan sabay hablot sa espada ng kawal na humawak sa akin at malakas na sinipa ito sa kaniyang ari habang nakatutok sa leeg ng isa ang espadang aking nakuha. Agad namang nagsilapitan ang mga kawal ng Knightwalker saka tuluyan ng bumaba si Greyson mul sa palanquin at lumapit sa akin habang nakapaligid sa akin ang mga kawal.

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

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.