King Of Knights Novels & Stories

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

His vassals had sworn loyalty to him, and wherever his father hid himself, Neil would surely find him. From the start, he had only one purpose. He cast his eyes on an unconscious Keanna. “Call the physicians.” “Yes, My King.” They responded and everyone in the room knelt before him.

"Don't say goodbye. You're coming back from this. You're going to play in the draft tomorrow. You're going to be the first Kingston heir to control the Aegis instead of being controlled by it. And I'm going to be right here when you do." He almost smiled. "You're really bad at following orders." "I'm really bad at a lot of things. Doesn't mean I'm wrong." He held my gaze for a moment longer. Then he turned to face the center of the rink, where the ritual circle waited. The candles flickered. The air thickened. And Jace Kingston closed his eyes and let go.

Heaving a sigh, I turn around again and stare at the sky. “Is the queen of Solar looking for the amulet?” I asked again. “Yes, it’s confirmed. It seems a lot of the clans are allies with her,” Charles explained. “Very well, she wants to take my throne. Let’s see how capable she can be,” I said through gritted teeth. I’m Nikolas, King of the Kingdom of Ciar. A ruthless king, hated by most. I’m 148 years old, and I have been mateless. My family? They all died long ago.

Holding back a giggle, I said, “So these guards are checking the perimeters before His Majesty arrives…” I trailed off as a familiar knot twisted in my stomach. I sensed him before I saw him. A gentle neighing pulled my attention, and I turned to look. A majestic, ink-black horse stood before me, huge and intimidating. Axel. I recognized him from the more regal figure atop him. The king’s white-blond hair was tied in a man bun, and he wore a fierce look, glaring at me and Drakon simultaneously. In a swift, smooth move, he dismounted and, without breaking eye contact, held a hand up to stop Jon from taking Axel’s reins. “You,” he called to Drakon, “take him in.”

Unknown to them, this is my opportunity to take her from the Sin. “Those three men.” I say, peering down at the people from a building above. “Lose them.” My knight hesitates. “King Rome, those are the King's,” he stops himself short. “King Sin's strongest men— Lake and Eirene. Plus, there is a Vampire amongst them. I can smell him.” I snap my eyes to him. “The Vampire you are so afraid of, he has a weakness. He may be strong, but even the strongest men have weaknesses.”

If they had my clothes, it wouldn't have taken long for them to figure out that I'm not from the valley tribe. "Where exactly is this? How did I get here? What do you do?" I asked, confused, as the man kept staring at me like he was crazy about me. The man replied, "This is the land of Drakkons." I wanted to scream "LIAR!" in his face, but that wouldn't have been good for my cover "When my men were patrolling an area where an avalanche happened, they found you. When you were found and brought to my camp, you were barely breathing and almost frozen. I, on the other hand, am the King of Drakkons."

I just keep dragging her to the main door of house, thank god there were no other men on our path, but as I was about to open the door. "STOP RIGHT THERE....AND LEAVE PRINCESS' HAND RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I WILL KILL YOU" I just turned around to look at the man who was holding a gun and was looking in his thirties or forties ...but the thing is why the hell is he calling my Kiyara a princess this calls for a war....she is mine ...and who is he to tell me to leave her hand, I just hold her hand with more firm grip to let him know that I am not leaving her hand ... " who are you?" I asked him..

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"