Knight In Shining Armor Book Novels & Stories

He crashes into me, his weight pressing me into the ground, the stone and rubble digging into my back. His claws slash down, aiming for my throat. I manage to raise my shield just in time, the bone-jarring impact making me whimper as pain ricochets through me. My vision blurs as my head hits the rock behind me as I roll over, trying to push him off. Keeping my sword between us. With a yell, I thrust it forward, aiming for the shadow that wraps around Enrique’s motionless form. Azarakh pulls back with a shriek before he swings his clawed hand, aiming for my thigh.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Adrian disagreed. "Read this one." "No." Adrian narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even look at the cover." "I don't need to." "You absolutely do." "I absolutely don't." Adrian held the book higher. The cover depicted a handsome knight carrying a wounded prince through a snowstorm. Cassian stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he looked away. "No." "You judged it." "I assessed it." "You judged it." "It has a glowing sword on the cover." "The sword is symbolic."

(Knight) Unable to restraint the shame, one of the knights pulled out his sword and point it at Alma. "Kneel……". Just as the knight wanted to step forward, I release my [Emperor Aura] at full strength, at that moment, everything inside the store was shivering due to my oppressing aura, the prince and 4 of his knight were immediately subdue to the ground prostrating on their knees.

She tossed and turned until later in the night when she managed to sleep off. One night after the knights settled in for the night including the princes and other guests, Brown remianed awake a bit longer. He stayed up in the night making acquaintance with his latest discovery. The princess' charm book. A tiny tinge of guilt tried to sneak its way into his heart but he barnished it. Founders, keepers, that's how it works, right? Who cared anyways, he had it in his possession and he would figure out how to use it.

[Luna Syesha] “Armani, we need to get down and help the people below,” I said, and Armani growled. “Luna, they have now begun the war,” Mirai said nervously. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and now dark smoke covered the whole place. To the east, knights from the palace marched towards the town. Witches and black wizards rushed toward the knights, so the battle began. Even in the palace, the fight also started. Armani flew downwards in a swift motion and shortly after we landed and Mirai got off his back. The fight stopped when they saw us. Armani blew a white smoke, and it surprised the witches and black wizards.

They are quicker than I am, leaping through the air with their long, thin legs. “There's no time. Tell me you have the cure?” “I do, brother. I will find you even if it's the last thing I do. I. Will. Find. YOU!!” He snarls with conviction. I come to a halt as I glance upwards to see a Rion leaping over my head, landing on his feet in front of me. He adorns the traditional Rion gold-plated armor with a helmet to match. A black plume runs through the center of the helmet, indicating that he is a Knight of the Royal family. He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands.

Miguel, on the other hand, looked for it on the Internet, in various online stores and auctions. Unfortunately, it turned out that this book had only a few copies and was therefore extremely difficult to find. Most shops either did not know about its existence or never had this book in their collections and only heard legends about it. It could mean two things - either this book simply did not exist, or it was so dangerous that only the initiated had it in their book collections. Maria rejected the first option because she trusted her dreams and gut feelings now even more than before. Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.