King Of Knights Mga Nobela at Kwento

“COMMANDER,” King Titus barked. “Yes, Your Majesty.” The commander turned to the royal knights who were encircling the king and queen. “Bring Their Majesties to safety immediately,” he ordered. The knights complied and escorted them away. Another swarm of knights rushed in to block the way behind the monarchs. “So predictable,” Daniel whispered with a smile. “No one shall pass,” the royal knights’ commander announced. “Royal Knights,” Daniel called. “I do not wish to clash with you, a blood bath is not necessary here. We are all children of the First Queen Magtig and I do not wish to harm my brothers.”

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

Many knights of different countries started entering the arena , accompanied by applauses from different crowds . I heard people talking about it , it seemed like a royal event that occurred every 4 years where soldiers from all over the kingdoms come to fight for the title of the strongest fighter ever alive but no one ever surpassed the king kalim himself .

Dominic who also noticed the island nodded the same as she did but more than happiness, a mixed emotion came rushing inside him, making him to only stare at the place that his mother had spent her life in, wondering if their arrival would be for the good or the bad. In the highest castle on top of Agios where the newly appointed king reign, the group of knights gathered in front of the man who was their leader. He sat alone at the far end of the table, like a throne even though he was not the person who was crowned to be the king. The knights all greeted him with respect, never forgetting to bow when seeing him, always putting their upmost loyalty to the warrior who had continued to protect

The knights cheered in jubilation, then stood at attention, swords at the ready for the king. “For years I’ve gathered information on a man named Jaque Cline, he stole things from me and we are going to get them back whether he’s alive or dead.” Said Kariya narrowing his eyes. “Let’s make him dead!” screamed one of the knights making the rest cheer loudly. “There will be no drinking or parties, we leave at dawn.” Said Kariya. The knights stood at attention once more, took a bow then left Kariya alone. “way to rally the troops, I guess you’re king material after all.” Said Dream Chaser, who was sitting on the castle.

The knights stationed inside broke out into a murmur between themselves. "Knights of Lunaris!" The room immediately became silent as the ruler of Lunaris stood tall and dignified. "Tonight, we must lay down our lives and protect our realm. Slay those treacherous beasts!" commanded Luna's father. The knights', who filled the throne, hearts swelled with pride and loyalty, ready to follow their righteous leader into battle. "Ruler of Lunaris, I'm Zain, second prince of Militum."

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

This 'gift' is supposed to be a fated mate to the king and will help save our kind. They think I'm that king, and that she's my mate. To save us from what I don't know. But if a need does arise that I, The King of Alphas, am incapable of saving my own people, we are indeed done for. That's why I can't find her. According to him, she will only manifest when its her time, and the odds have been telling him its time, or so he has been saying since I turned 18. He's a cryptic old man. But that king in the Prophesy wasn't my father, or his father or his father's father or any before and is certainly not me.

Ancient. Heavy. Lonely. The king sat slouched across his throne, one clawed hand resting lazily against the carved bone armrest. The crown upon his head felt colder than usual. His thoughts lingered on the courtyard. On the execution. On the human who had wielded the blade. Adrian. The name rolled slowly through the king’s mind. For seven years the man had served the crown without incident. Efficient. Quiet. Reliable. Nothing about him had demanded attention beyond his usefulness.