Novel & Cerita Justicar Grey Knight

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Drops of spit followed each word he spewed, flying out of his mouth and pouring down on the poor waiter's forehead. "You may be a newcomer, so pay attention, chicken face. We are the Independent States Knights. Our job is to protect your wretched lives, and the very least you can do for us is feed us. So let me be clear about something... If you show me that dumb pen and paper the next time I come here, I'll shove them so far into your face that your..." Alicia's line of sight was abruptly blocked by the green tea guy. He was a few meters away from her, looking the knights down. A huge sack was strapped to his back, which Alicia had not seen before; perhaps he had put it beside him while sip

In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning. Grayson, though, was calm. With a slight turn of his face, he evaded the other’s fist. Thus, Jean’s fist met the doorframe and he ended up wincing in pain. “Oh?” His sly analyzing eyes stared at Grayson as he blew on his knuckles. “Trained for combat?” “Ninth dan black belt, kickboxing champion, and longsword champion.” Grayson listed humbly. Jean stared at him before dropping his fist, feeling like a buffoon.

he mutters. "That's not how you protect your family, Kian. Yes, they're still alive, but can you live knowing you killed innocent people?" Grayson's chest tightens. He approaches Kian and discreetly holds his hand. He might not have killed chairman Knight directly, but he was involved with most criminal operations. Kian would hardly recover from this, and Grayson wants to be here to remind him there's a chance to redeem himself.

Grey passed him a wicked grin and whipped around landing a bone crushing blow to Eric’s face knocking him out cold. “Yay!” Harley childish voice gained his attention. “You are my super hero.” She added throwing her hands carelessly over the railing, which seemed to be a terrible decision as her body tilted forward. “Harley, no!” Grey yelled.

KNIGHT ARCHANGEL'S POV "I heard he excluded himself again in finding his mate for this season. That woman must have been occupying his heart a little too much " she gave out a soft giggle and with grace as she throw a joke slap in the air. Dumb women! I snorted. "Lower your voice!" a young woman her age warned her. "You are talking about Knight, that is a very crazy man right there and you know that he kills when something gets on his nerves."

I don't want to make a deal with this devil again! "But you know me." He says softly, making me glare hard at the man sitting on the bed like some king. He puffed out a smock, disarming me with his cold gray eyes gazing at me emotionless. "Besides, did you ever see me give a fuck about the law?" I choose not to comment on anything on this question. I know his ways better than others as I saw how badly he treated his victims. But why me again? I left him to give him the peace he wanted without me around. After all these years, just why can't he let me live peacefully? Anger surges in me again, and I sneer, "Leave!"

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

“I’m calling Grayson right now. This needs to go to his lawyers today.” “I assumed you’d say that,” she said quietly. “I’m ready.” “You’ve been ready longer than any of us,” I said. A small pause. “Mr Carter.” “Leo,” I said. “Please.” “Leo.” Something in her voice softened slightly. “He doesn’t have the power he thinks he has anymore. James Knight has been operating from behind his brother’s shadow for thirty years. The moment that shadow moved he panicked.” I inhaled. “Panicking men make mistakes.”

"The control was only recently activated. He has always been himself. Until now. You do not have to be concerned." Justice clenched his teeth in rage. He put his hand on Declan's, who instantly got him up on his feet. "Seems like he was resisting it." Declan muttered, pointing to Justice's chest. "What?" Justice examined his chest, finding no evidence of an injury. Just before he fainted, Angelo had healed him. Declan chuckled. "He could have easily evaded my blows as well. He was undoubtedly aware that I was following him." Justice sighed, forcing a smile. He then carried Gwydion on his back and dashed out of the dungeon.