Novel & Cerita Knight Iron Man

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.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

Elder Carter explained. Having figured out the situation, Kiran nodded slightly, "No worries." Curious about Kiran's demeanor, Elder Carter couldn't help but ask, "Young man, what's your name?" "None of your business!" Kiran refused to answer. "Damn! Looking to die, are you?" Ironhead, furious, moved forward to strike. Thump! Kiran lifted a foot, kicking Ironhead directly in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away. Ironhead was knocked out before he realized what had happened, without so much a scream.

Doors started to appear once more in front of her, with their intricate designs and marks that tell the personality of their owner, the book opens and flips its pages once again, as she reads the profile. “The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero. An in-line family of Hunters and once holder and known blood tied to Daniela’s perfect ‘SHE’. He is the imperfect-perfect counterpar

"Caroline will disappear from Knight's life and you will have the control again. The other thing is that I will have my woman back. A win win situation. I know you will not dare to do that but I will help you. I will take back what is mine and you can choose other mate for Knight." I hold my chin, acting like thinking about it. This is another level of what are you willing to do. I extended a hand. "You will have a safe travel then." I said and we shake each other's hand. I like his guts so I would like to see him do that. I will just have to make sure that when he does thay, Knight is not around. HANNA ERICA CAVIAR'S POV The bald man walked past me, he came from my husband's personal office

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

I stare at Zero, his eyes watch the man, remorseful at his brother's retreating form. Knight however sits on the bed behind me. “This really breaks my heart Beggar, I really thought I was getting in there any day now.” I turn my head to the Italian biker. Knight is a charming male, a true Italian, a lady's man. My hands leave Zero's neck, his stay firmly on my ass, a sign of possession. If only. I see the playful glint on the Sergeant-at-arms and maybe it's because I'm in a compromised position, or maybe it's because I just kissed Zero, and he practically claimed me in front of his brothers but I reciprocate.

And that is when I saw him. The Knight Commander, Gideon Malik. The infamous Iron Wolf. He stood near the dais, silent and watchful, wearing dark velvet instead of his usual steel. Even without armor, he radiated danger. Broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, and eyes like glacial storms. He was devastatingly handsome and equally terrifying. My stomach knotted. I had never spoken to him, never stood close enough to see his smile. Beside him, Lady Kalali fluttered like a jewel-colored bird. Blond hair piled high in curls, hazel eyes sparkling, lips painted red. The Queen’s cousin. And officially the most beautiful woman in Jelita, according to last year’s beauty contest.

“That’s because I’ve read enough political novels to know how old men work.” He smirked slightly. “Storm Knight.” That name again. I looked up at him, quiet for a beat. “Still like the title?” I asked. His eyes flicked over me once—uniform, lightning still sparking faintly around my shoulders. “Yes,” he said low. “But I liked you better in red silk.” I snorted, elbowed him in the ribs lightly, ignoring the three knights behind us pretending not to eavesdrop. “Careful, Your Grace. I might accidentally declare war.”

Besides being the Dragon King of the Southern Plains, he was also a proficient ancient martial artist. So, he had a certain understanding of international affairs. He knew that some countries in Eyrothia had knights. These knights were equivalent to the ancient martial artists of Sol. Looking at the arrogant young man in golden armor, James nodded and replied, “Yes, I’m James.”