Knight Iron Man 소설 & 이야기

They did not wait long for the man to enter the tent, followed by several soldiers from both Taryn and Elhias. The knight was tall and stout, his gray hair was partly tied behind the nape of his neck and partly left loose, reaching just above his shoulders. His golden skin was shiny and his forehead drenched in sweat. He wore the armor that distinguished the Knights of the Crown, the Neyer family crest engraved on his breastplate, while he wore a helmet under his arm. The blue cloak that skimmed the ground and draped over his shoulders. Tied around her waist she had a belt with a sword and a pouch. Taryn immediately noticed that there was no one else with him, the man was alone.

I replied. “Then, how—” “I don’t know as well, okay! I was also shocked that he asked me to go to that musical.” I cut her words and her mouth was opened. She might be shocked to see me like this while defending myself. Knighton is not like any other guys. He’s not a jerk like Hades Cortez or Jericho Marquez or Chadwick Gaston. He’s smoother and softer than Jervic Perez, Yuan Zaragoza, Kellan Durano and Phytos Limon combined. He’s not as playful as Harry Oropeza, Barkley Mariano or Gavin Merculio. Nor as whiny as Tristan Herrera. He’s different. He has this strong mask outside because he’s handsome and tall and he looks strong but he’s more than that.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

Everything that happens in our lives has a reason. But I didn't know what the reason why I met a guy who said that he's guarding the princess. Yes I know he's out of his mind, I know there's a princess in a different country but the way he looks I can't trust his word. Also he talks to our language how is that possible?! His hair is long but it's tied in a ponytail while his clothes I don't know what is called about that but I really saw this kind of clothes in series or movies.

“I will. Promise.” Kian crashes his lips to mine in a hurried and hungry kiss. It’s sloppy but full of passion, he breaks from me all too quickly, letting me go. Giving me one last pleading look, Kian’s golden-brown eyes slip into pools of darkness: the mark of the Knight shining in the centers of his now black eyes. He turns drawing his swords, and rushes towards the thick of the fight letting out an almighty wolf roar as he does. I watch his retreating form in awe of my wolfman as he begins to cut down enemy after enemy.

But now he was an armored titan. Mane was clad fully in a sea blue armor that complemented his eyes well. The helmet of the armor covered his entire face, exposing only his deep blue eyes. The armor looked strong and powerful, and was complete with a sword. The sword was no simple blade. For it sparkled with lightning and rang out with thunder. It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was.

“Bruise my ass? Tie me to your bed? Hunt me down in the forest like a feral beast? We both know you’re all talk, and no action.” With a snarl he moved to stand from his seat when the door flung open. The two of us froze, identical looks of confusion on our faces as Knight sauntered into the room. “Why are you wearing my suit?” Caius grumbled. Knight smoothed his hands down the slate grey jacket covering his faded Iron Maiden shirt and pulled up a chair, positioning it so that it faced Caius and I. When he finally sat down, there was a clipboard in his hands.

Pain exploded through my ribs as I crashed to the dirt, gasping. Ragnor snarled, spinning toward me, but another figure emerged from the shadows—faster than a blur, stronger than any corrupted warrior we’d faced before. A knight. One of the king’s elite. Steel glinted in the moonlight as he lunged. Ragnor met him head-on. Claws clashed against metal. The impact sent dust spiraling into the air, but I had no time to watch. Another shadow loomed above me. I twisted, barely dodging the downward strike of a blade.

As if the wall could protect me, I pressed myself against it further. “As I am guessing you don’t remember, my name is Kellan.” The man, who was known as Kellan, held his hand out as if he now wanted to be my friend after drugging me. I stared at his hand for a while, but I didn’t reach out to shake it. Looking back up at the men, I gulped. They were both tall, with broad shoulders, but Cyran was an inch or two taller. Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers.