Novel & Cerita I Became A Terminally-ill Knight

While in the middle, I had no idea which notion to follow. He placed a peck on the back of my ear, unhooking his arm with one last word, "Amen," and walked away. A tear stormed down my cheek, I was clutching the hem of my dress. No matter what, I did not deserve to live this life. I had this faith that once in a lifetime, when I would meet my parents—the culprit of my never-ending sufferings—that day I would ask them to list all of the imperfections in me that made me a disgrace. Then I would know why I deserved to be treated like a stray widow.

一 It's not our fault 一 He said leaving the room for good. We went up the stairs holding hands, my heart ached differently than the time I broke up with Felipe, now it ached for something I didn't even have the right to. I didn't have a voice, I didn't have a choice, and I probably won't have a life. I thought of marriage as a prison, of course it's not like it used to be, but I didn't know what to expect from Arthur.

He whispered, his voice almost breathy and I bit down on my lips. Why was I telling him? I had decided I wouldn't but why? Maybe I had held onto the illusion that if he knew how sick I was he would come around. But was I wrong to think that? I had loved this man for over 5 years, I had given him a son and yes, it felt reluctant to let go of that life I had built. But I was dying too. And clearly something had to give. “I'm terminally ill, Hayes. I have Aplastic Anemia and those pills you saw me take were just my medications."

"A huge reason Evelyn fell ill from anger is because of that walking disaster in our house. We originally thought we could finally purge her from the Ironspike pack, but then that damn accident happened at the most critical moment. Just thinking about it brings bad luck!" Melinda affectionately took Evelyn's hand. "Evelyn, I actually have an idea that might help you relieve this hatred in your heart." "What idea?" Evelyn asked urgently. "Last year, I treated a patient at the hospital who was terminally ill. He wasn't very old. We couldn't find the cause of his illness, but he simply couldn't be cured. The hospital issued several critical condition notices, but his family still refused to giv

I had to accept this life. "You will have more enemies than friends now," Rowan said, and his eyes were constant and firm. Those whom you thought you could trust are going to shock you. Your choice, even the slightest ones, will be examined. Your every move observed." I made the slow nod in an attempt to quiet the anxiety in my chest. My hands twisted in my lap. "I... I understand. I'll try." Rowan relaxed a little. "You must. And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you.

All the same, change was in the air, and the village's anxiety surged in time with the enormous moon. It was on the sunrise of the night of the full moon that a letter arrived, informing him that Father Mathew was on his deathbed and urging the young knight to attend him. Young Eddie, the messenger, left at once, and young Celestina was always by his side. Both are too naive to fear the darkness. Eddie likes and admires the knight so much. It was in the darkest of moments that the soul of the knight would shine brightly, and that was what made them knights—that they would be the village guides, even though cruelty wasn't seen as stupid or wrong anymore. They were the ones that rode into batt

Adeline said, turning to him. Killian narrowed his eyes. “Strange. You don’t know? Before you, he was your grandfather’s favorite student. The best.” I met Killian’s gaze. Tommen Anderson was a Shadow Knight. My own father wanted me dead. Everyone was just a pawn. I was nothing more than a piece in a feud between a son and his dead father. “You’re just an insignificant pawn. It was never about you or the inheritance—it’s about power. And you are nowhere near prepared for what’s to come.”

Cocking my head back, I take a moment to catch my breath as rain begins to fall from the sky. “Enough.” The Knight commander hisses, removing his armour. “This ends now, between us.” He roars as his long fingers grip his lance firmly. As I collapse to my knees, I watch as the remaining Rions gather their fallen Knights and remove their lifeless bodies from the circle. I painstakingly begin licking my wounds, attempting to heal myself as much as possible before my final battle. A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”

“Do you dream your immortality ends someday and you’re craving for being a human again, Knight Richard?” Knight Richard rose from his seat. He walked into the projection of sunlight that coming through the window glass. He was standing motionlessly. The sunlight made a tiny hole in his chest. He winced and in an ephemeral moment, the hole on his chest seemed like a wound that recovered its abrasion at a rapid speed. Claudia gasped as her eyes witnessed it. Knight Richard turned his back to Claudia and walked to approach his seat. “I’ve reached my immortality but I am ready to surrender it for my everlasting peace.”

"I saved you because Marcus was the only man who ever treated me like a human being instead of a Knight. I promised him I wouldn't let his line end. I’ve been the Villain for two years so you could eventually be the Queen." I looked at him, the Architect of my misery. The man who had orchestrated my pregnancy, my grief, and my survival. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to run and never stop. But then I thought of Leo. I thought of the little boy whose hand I’d touched, never knowing he had grown inside me while I was crying for my mother. "You're right about one thing, Adrian," I said, my voice cold and steady, forged in the furnace of the truth. "I am a Knight now. And