King Of Knights Novels & Stories

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Fortunately, at that moment, the rear double door opened, letting the king come in. Donncha broke off his intentions. Roisin walked up to him and took his hand. "Come, my love," she told him and pulled him gently by the hand to return to their seats. "Good afternoon," King Cinaed said with a broad smile. He moved forward and stood at the head of the table, in front of his imposing high-backed chair that reached a height well above his head. Unlike all the other chairs, they were the same – elaborately carved wood on the chair's back and legs and a built-in soft cushion where the nobles placed their majestic buttocks.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Gavin frowned. "He said we're just going to find the princess." Their eyes widened when they heard. "Princess?" They asked at the same time, Gavin nodded. "I'll explain later, but what does that person say that you just have to play to find Sera?" Zera said. He was really confused and didn't think that the people he met earlier were willing to kill. Nash and Clayton looked serious. "You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only about finding her, this game is about killing." Clayton said. Zera gulped at what she heard and the men clenched their fists.

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

Sitting on the chair was a man in his forties wearing a gold surcoat, with an eagle embroidered on his chest. He looked at the list in his hand, and the man's voice was low: “Commander Gawain, I am here because of the king's order, asking me to select the best of your chosen knights to train alone for three years, so that they can become the king's accompanying knights, protect the king personally, and be incorporated into the Royal Knights. I see that you have 300 knights here who have just gone through two years of training. Time is running out, just let the top 100 in the knight assessment come out…“

They each wore a simple but lovely circlet of gold, with small Dragon wings on either side and sculpted flames around it. The group knelt as they seated themselves on the thrones. Captain Cyros said, “Your Majesties, may I present Blade Master Kolton and Sir Braedon of the Black Knights.” After speaking, Cyros moved aside to stand near the side door. “Rise,” said the king, his voice a pleasing baritone. Randey stood along with the others, taking a closer look at the royal couple. The King was not as old as he had expected. No older than his father had been, surely. He had a strong but kindly face, set off by a closely trimmed beard. His hair was black, and his dark eyes were those of a man o