I Became A Terminally-ill Knight Novels & Stories

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

It felt like pressing my palm against a hot wall and finding, suddenly, a hidden door that gave under my fingers. Kael’s eyebrows lifted a fraction. “There she is,” he said. “Who?” I asked, and hated how quickly the word came. “The player,” he said simply. A bell tolled somewhere, clear and bright. The breeze kicked up and dropped again. The knight’s shadow did not move. Kael glanced past me, a look that dismissed a hundred people without ever quite seeing them. “We’re finished for this morning.” “We haven’t—” “You’re not ready for endings.” He stood, scarlet falling clean as a blade from his shoulder. “But you made a beginning that will keep you alive through breakfast.”

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

Their cold stares pierce deeper than anything else. Knight Tristan, I could vaguely remember who his character was but I finally do now. He wasn't a character at all. I never wrote a character like him so what was he doing here? The story was changing its course and whether it was for the better or the worse, I don't... know. I saw my death. I didn't take it this time, but the closest people to me did. Why? Was this... just a random vision? Or was it really my death?

He may have overacted, but she will never understand his overreaction until a bullet is embedded inside of you. When you see yourself slowly dying and the tinder of life fading out of you, the trauma would speak for itself. Weaker-minded individuals can even develop psychological problems immediately. It felt shameful and embarrassing for a male knight to be comforted by a beautiful girl because of a nightmare, but the feeling of him slowly dying still spooked to no end. It was at these rare moments that he remembered his best friend, Aledos. He could only cherish his luck and thank God for providing a temporary replacement, in the form of Nami.

The girl was shocked when a splash of blood hit her shoulder from the mouth of a man dressed the same as her. "Shh!" whispered Illarion. "They can hear us." The man piled half of his body on Amanda. 'Shit! Who poisoned me!' cursed the man in his heart. Part of his good body began to go numb, one eye felt heavy, and sweat suddenly flooded over him. 'At least if they wanted to kill me, I'd be more grateful if they did on the battlefield!' As a knight, Illarion Black felt it was ridiculous to have to die in the palace gardens after a cocktail banquet!

‘I’m not a spell caster,’ he nods slowly and studies my face, ‘are you? I swallow then, I should have known he’d want to trade questions. I chew on my bottom lip, turning my answer over carefully. He’s a Knight of Illure. Chances are, I might end up working with him some time. My body clenches as his fingers venture to my left knee. ‘You’re very distracting,’ I accuse in a whisper that travels through the warm air between us and he smiles in response. Looking like something from the Otherworld, with the fire light flickering red and orange on his bronzed skin.

He glared at me one last time, then walked off to make a phone call. I already knew who he was calling. It had to be Jane, my adopted sister and the favorite daughter. It was the same girl who had taken everything from me in my past life. I did not care what they planned in secret. I hummed a tune as I called the funeral company. I opened the gates of the Jameson villa and held a grand funeral with no bodies. The funeral had barely begun when several tattooed men stormed in. Their leader grabbed my collar, lifted me, and glared as he threw down a thick stack of IOUs.

How are players supposed to survive this? [This Director is the most powerful! One sentence and you die? Overpowered! SO overpowered!] The bald brute who had attacked me had collapsed into a shivering puddle on the floor, reeking of pure terror. The Director looked down at him and sighed. "You worship violence. You use rage as your only solution. Saint Anna is a place meant to heal. But you—you are terminal. Beyond cure." "N-no… don't—" The man didn't even finish his plea before he, too, was gone.

The guy with the hat finishes. When their words sink into my brain, I looked at them in panic with wide eyes and mouth opening in shock. They must have sensed my panic because they reassured me that they are not a bad person and that they own a ranch where most of the cattle got sick and died, leading them to lose a fortune. My brother had borrowed a couple of thousand dollars and now they tracked me down because my brother made sure to keep his secret from my parents and had directed these ranchers towards me so that I could pay off his debt. I knew my brother could be an asshole but I didn't realize he is equally heartless. That traitor deserves hell for doing this to me.