Hundred Knight Novels & Stories

Then I ordered fried chicken and a cold soda, ignoring everything the doctor told me. James walked over, snatched the food, and threw it away. "You know you had a bad stomach. Why are you still eating this stuff?" He pulled a small box from his bag and handed it to me. "Got you something. It took a lot of effort." Inside was a bracelet. Rare. Expensive. Probably worth over 10 million dollars. He was not lying. This kind of piece was difficult to get. He must have pulled every string he had. If he had given it to me before we got married, I would have jumped into his arms.

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.

He didn't object, though; he liked the shivers. "There was one knight," said Meera, "in the year of the false spring. The Knight of the Laughing Tree, they called him. He might have been a crannogman, that one." "Or not." Jojen's face was dappled with green shadows. "Prince Bran has heard that tale a hundred times, I'm sure."

He didn't object, though; he liked the shivers. "There was one knight," said Meera, "in the year of the false spring. The Knight of the Laughing Tree, they called him. He might have been a crannogman, that one." "Or not." Jojen's face was dappled with green shadows. "Prince Bran has heard that tale a hundred times, I'm sure."

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

Among the many high-end off-road vehicles, all the Hummers, as well as the Kaite Hesan Shield, were younger brothers in front of it. Moreover, Yang Xiao had always wanted to buy a knight's 15th life, but he had not met the right person. This time, his ideal mount finally arrived. Chen Kai said excitedly, "This knight's 15th life is really domineering, captain. It's true that this trip was not in vain!" When he was carrying out a mission with Yang Xiao, Chen Kai naturally knew that Yang Xiao had always wanted to get a knight's 15th life. Unfortunately, there was no chance.

Gaaaaah! "It's hard to believe that maids still like hazing like this to new maids." A knight who looked younger than the other two interrupted. “Have there been any new maid recruits recently?” asked the older knight who had been intimidating me. "Yes, sir." "Hmm," I could feel his eyes pierce my head. Whoever this knight in front of me is, he must have a higher rank than the other two knights judging from the number of stars on his uniform. That means he has good experience or expertise. It's not impossible if he suspects me and then interrogates me.

"He has the silver scepter. He has the Soul-Seekers. If you help us, we can fight them together. If you don't, they’ll burn this forest down just to find us." Sora looked at my hand, at the glowing silver mark. She reached out, her dirty fingers trembling as she touched the air near my palm. She could feel the heat. She could feel the life. "The Bridge," she whispered. "The stories were true." A sudden blast of silver light hit the trees at the edge of the clearing. One of the ancient oaks exploded into splinters. The First Knight had arrived. He rode into the clearing on a white horse that looked more like a statue than a living thing. His silver armor was flawless, reflecting the moonlight

The man who was hiding exactly who that knight was. “Captain Harold Jackson, the Black OmniKnight. Yeah, you’ll be perfect.” The man whispered to himself. Harold, the knight, felt a disturbance in the air. He could feel something was wrong and was on guard. He held the hilt of his sword on his hip. The moment he sensed something, he swung his sword, simultaneously unsheathing it. “Kyaa!” Harold stopped his sword just before hitting his target. The target was a young woman dressed in the castle’s servant clothing. The girl was on the floor and was trembling in fear.

"She's the monster they warned us never to provoke." Fifty criminals had arrived believing they would hunt a helpless princess. Instead... They had unknowingly stepped into the hunting ground of the empire's most terrifying predator. --- Moments later... The sound of galloping horses echoed through the jungle. Marquis Dane Hens Chalde. Lord Raymond. Commander Noah. Along with dozens of Imperial Knights. They arrived expecting a desperate rescue. Instead... They froze. Every veteran knight stood motionless. These were soldiers who had survived countless battlefields.