I Became A Terminally-ill Knight Novels & Stories

“He will undo his magic. You are bound to him through eternity.” I looked at Ambrose. “Yes.” “So, about the deal?” Knight asked. He may have gotten the impression that I was lying. “I chose to die than be his eternal puppet.”

While the knight was stung with disbelief, the man thrust forward and jabbed his sword into the knight’s throat. A horrified gurgle could be heard from the knight. His identity in The Empire was quite immense. He had been undefeated for most of his life, but now, he was killed in an instant without any remorse… Filled with resentment and disbelief, the knight fell to the ground paralyzed. Xynthia quietly looked through the gaps of her fingers while covering her face. She had been doing quite well within Mordu’s entertainment industry, so she naturally knew who a lot of the major figures were.

Andrew's voice turned cold as he said, "You old pervert, you don't even realize you're terminally ill. If you don't get the right treatment within three days, you'd better start picking out your coffin." Ernest scoffed. "Are you trying to intimidate me? You probably don't know that I've trained in martial arts since childhood—my muscles are harder than steel. Terminally ill? You must be out of your mind." Andrew replied calmly, "Believe it or not, in three days, you'll be suffering horrible pain, wishing you were actually dead."

Underneath, his skin was pink and warm. "You're using me," I whispered. My voice trembled with hate. "You chose me because my magic can heal you. You don't want a wife. You want a doctor." “I want a cure,” he corrected. “My kingdom is dying because I am turning into a statue. The Umbra-Knights are at the gates. If I become stone, everyone dies. Including your brother.” He walked to the desk and picked up a sharp silver dagger. He held it out to me, handle first.

I could feel the Progenitors' gaze now—a cold, oily pressure against my mind, trying to find a crack in my Void shields. 'Not today, old men,' I snarled internally. I surged forward, grabbing Killian’s hand as we reached the edge of a steep ravine. Below us, the sound of rushing water echoed—the Weeping Waterfall. But standing between us and the entrance was the third Crimson Knight. He had abandoned his steed. He stood ten feet tall, his armor wreathed in black soul-fire, his obsidian claymore raised high. "You shall not pass, traitors," the Knight’s voice was a chorus of a thousand tormented souls. "The Blood Edict must be fulfilled."

The moment I accepted that I would trade the world for a single cup of warm milk and a set of lungs that didn't wheeze. I looked at Kael. He stood behind us, a living relic carved from ash. His hair was a shocking, brittle white, matted with the crimson of the vault. He leaned his head against a quartz pillar, his core weakened to a flickering heartbeat, but he stood. A shadow of my sins, chained to my marrow. "The Charter is ready, Phoenix," Ryan said.

Isabelle was terrified and couldn't understand how she had ended up in this situation. Then Rilan introduced me to Flynn, a knight who had been convicted of killing another knight in an illegal duel in Kizin. He was arrested by the local lord's guards and is now being held pending trial on Edios. Flynn was bitter towards his opponent, who had pushed him into this duel, but now he also regrets having lost his honour by committing such an act.

That we wouldn’t live within the shadow of another family anymore, or ever again. “Eyes of amethyst fire, swords of silver moon, Knights of Pride and Honor who shall face every doom. Beside your brethren, new and old, a band of Knights, their force untold.” I whispered, smiling a little as I heard my mother’s voice chant this very mantra on the day our grandfather died. "We raise a glass and fight as one, We few, we brave, we among the Order that shall grace us at our Grave." “Did you say something My Lady?” Ivy asked, turning away from the little table that she had been using to make some tea.

At that moment, I felt that as if my prayer were heard, in that moment of my daughter were being beaten I saw man with silver haired walked towards us, his clothes were looked very familiar to me, and I know it from a single glance it was the Aeternum clothing, help has come and come it did with power. “….ARRGHHHH!!!…my..my hand!!!…what happened?!!…..who…who are you?!..”.(Curly Moustache Knight) “Me?…your death....”. The knight were send flying his body were like a cannon ball, and crashed to the side of a house, a single kick caused that, the knight that has been so strong when harming me and my daughter died just like that, by a single Aeternum soldier.

Knight suddenly changed into a serious tone, "did you know he planned to give the title to you before you showed your true face? I'd call that irony." Elena narrowed her eyes as she stabbed a knife right through Knight's body under his rib, and with a painful groan, Knight curled up a little and started gasping for air -- She penetrated his lung. "The irony," Vicious words flew out of Elena slowly, "is that you could have saved yourself if you didn't meddle with MY business, and now you are gonna die here, alone, with your mate hating you to the bone!" "But he gets to live," Knight managed a smile with heavy breath, "and that's because there are people that care about him, deeply. What abou