Novel & Cerita I Became A Terminally-ill Knight

When I faced the traitor knight, he knelt on the floor then fell face down. “Who are you?” my brother Terrence asked. I look at him then in panic I touched my hair to confirm if my wig is still tightly attached in my head. I sighed in relief confirming it was still there. “I’m Clerk, a newbie my lord,” I saluted. “A newbie?” “Yes!” “How come you are here? You entered through my window seemingly knowing that this guy is about to kill me,” he asked skeptically. “I was just passing by my lord. See yah!”

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.

Three days after the healer told me I was terminally ill, Keith Bradford—the alpha's heir—finally completed his training and returned to the pack. Rumor had it, he was back for his future mate. The alpha had chosen a perfect match for him—a well-bred, talented girl, two years younger than Keith. Sweet, gentle, never even had a boyfriend. The complete opposite of me, with exes as countless as the stars. It was not until a week after Keith returned that I finally saw him, outside the treatment room.

“When you’re sick, you take medicine. That’s the natural order of things. Also, I saved your life, so you have to listen to me, understand?” But at the moment I thought about how I would end up like the other cancer patients if I started receiving treatment, I was quite scared. I did not want to lose all my hair, become as thin as bones, and be bedridden. While we were walking down the street, I asked, “Liam, do you undertakers really make sure we look as nice as possible when we die? I don’t want to lose my hair and die looking ugly.” Liam did not answer me, but he took my medicine bag from me and held my hand as he walked ahead of me.

Oh, I've forgotten about this event. True, I did choose who I want as my personal Knight. And I think everybody knows who is it. Asher Kingston, my disciple-brother, who's more like an older brother to me than Octavian will ever be! The only available Knight I would trust with my life. …And who I also ended up killing in my first life.

“I am those, oh mister dear knight.” He shook his head. “What?”, he whispered in disbelief. “But how? This was…” He looks at Maya’s unmoving body. His face scrunched up in confusion. “You weren’t supposed to…”, he trailed off. I smiled at him. “What? Was not supposed to happen because these people were the only ones that died?” I could hear Mona whine in pain as I gripped her wrist harder than a minute ago. “Oh, no, no, no. You are very much mistaken, mister knight. I was created since before we, she, knew of everything. I was already here.” I pointed my index hard on my forehead – giving him a terrifying twisted smile that made him stumble on the floor.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

This abbot seemed more and more interesting by each passing second. "..... Revered abbot, I am deeply aggrieved to say that some of my knights had also been infected by the deadly corrodes disease during their venture around the city, so I was hoping that the Divine One will go take a look at them on my behalf." I said with a faint smile hanging to my lips. "But of course My esteemed Lord, however I shall not promise anything prior to seeing their conditions. I hope My Lord can understand my predicament." The abbot bowed wistfully.

I answered softly, my gaze sweeping over the pathetic heap on the floor with complete indifference. "Just a stranger who wandered in by mistake." I turned my back on him for the last time. "Get this filth out of my sight," I ordered the Knights. "And clean the floor where he knelt." "Yes, my Lord!" the Knights answered in unison, dragging the wailing Lucius toward the revolving doors and out into the cold winter night. All that awaited him now was a long, slow, and lonely death. I stepped out the main entrance, and Alistair opened the door to his hypercar for me.

“Before what occurs Seb? You’re confusing me with your words and I won’t be able to understand you if you don’t tell me in clear words.” “Before I die Princess. You see, I have a terminal illness that’s going to kill me soon but before I die, I will make sure the blood of all those that contributed in ruining my childhood and this Pack are six foot under and I will make sure the Bloodmoon Pack is ruled by it’s true owners.” “You’re joking right? You can’t mean that…it’s not possible! You..you just can’t die, no matter what your illness is, it definitely cannot take your life…”