Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

By the side was a bottle of cologne and a small velvet box of jewelry, the other box contained a green heel and purse to match. After twenty minutes, I was ready and standing in front of the mirror when a thought crossed my mind. A heart racing thought. “Was Damon planning on proposing tonight? I panicked, breaking a sweat on my forehead, and my palm suddenly turned damp. I kept pacing in my room, and taking deep breaths to steady myself. Nothing helped. A knock on the door startled me. " Your ride is here,” aunt Mira informed from the other side of the door. " I'll be right there,” I shouted back, before running toward the door.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

"Have you been kissed before?" Jun hesitated for a bit but eventually replied "No" "I wonder how it feels" He added with a small voice at the end. Yeon heard it even if the way it was said could go unheard. His ears perked up at it and they glanced at each other. Then, before either of them could say anything else, they leaned in and kissed each other. It was electric. They kissed passionately, exploring each other's mouths.

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

“I obviously have to take it for a spin. Just a quick ride.” Within a blink she was gone. “The roads have been clear for a while now, but Ghost and I will follow her just in case.” Damon’s deeper tone traveled across the garage. “I’m sure I can heat the road without causing any forest fires.” I never could tell when Damon was joking. Knight replied with a loud belch. “Do you remember the last time we had a Christmas? Even the ones we had before weren’t this nice. They still felt empty, y’know?”

"Just recite as many prayers as you can before your death comes!" Miranda's lips curved downwards as the second trumpet sounded again by Otho. Simultaneously, the knights hurled their horses into battle, within seconds destroying the wedding decorations and furniture that had been made. Then kill the Ogres and Trolls that caught the eye. The victory turned back to the North camp. On stage, Edmund growled with concern, then called the nearest Ogre to be used as a vehicle.

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

Christmas morning was filled with the comforting smell of roasted meats, warm bread, and the spice of mulled cider as pack members gathered around the tables for a feast. No one talked about the war, even if between us, we knew that Silas was dead and Noah had actually sent his dead body over to the Crescent Moon—a Christmas gift Killian would remember. Sabrina told me that she has managed to create the antidote and tomorrow she and Avery will start injecting the warriors and everyone else with it before leaving for the battlefield.

William is seated on the balcony, and beside him is an old man carrying a keg of ale and selling drinks to the spectators. "Sir Eldric Tarwood and Sir George Frosthold!" the announcer says. Shortly, the two knights arrived from each end of the arena. The two knelt before their King before arriving at the middle. William can see that the Princess locked her gaze only to Eldric, and thru his Sense, William feels she is excited and scared as he is.