Knight In Shining Armor Book Novels & Stories

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

“Now, I would like you to introduce yourselves. You will tell me your name, your favorite book, and it's author.” A girl in the front row nearly jumped out of her seat before he had even finished speaking. She blushed furiously, batted her lashes, and said, “My name is Amy Knight, and my favorite book is A Court of Thorns by Lupita Addams.” “Very good,” Professor Cassian said, nodding at her. "Next." The class went on introducing themselves. I barely registered what they were saying. There was only one thought in my head: Why was the professor pretending not to know me?

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

“And as your Luna, I will fight beside you.” Later that night, as the fires of the training grounds burned low, Elizabeth found herself drawn to the library one of the many rooms in the Shadowfang castle she had yet to fully explore. Books lined the towering shelves, their spines holding knowledge of centuries past. She ran her fingers along the leather bindings, stopping when a particular title caught her eye: Legends of the Golden Wolf. Heart pounding, she pulled the book from the shelf and flipped through its worn pages. The more she read, the more a chilling realization settled within her.

And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed. My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise. The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

to drink, and drink, until I lost myself within the lush humidity of his chest hair. He smelled... honest. I grinned broadly and finally opened my eyes. Lying fast asleep, barely an inch in front of my lips, was the most beautiful example of masculinity I had ever witnessed: a golden knight among men. Last night had been a fever dream of heat and yearning, each of us tempting the other with our minds and our bodies, each of us in turn becoming more lost in that temptation. I remembered my hands roaming across his blushing skin - tracing along his triceps, his clavicle, feeling delighted by the warmth beneath them. My hands had quickly sought out the firmness of his throat, as though begging

Then came his final quip, smug and careless: “You know, Zara, for someone everyone calls a killer, you sure look better trapped than most princesses I’ve read about. Don’t worry. Your knight in tarnished armor is here.” Click. The lock shifted.