Knight Iron Man の小説・ストーリー

Everyone was on the edge immediately after seeing him appear. “The Silver Knight of the Warrior Tribe, Kyren Pedler! “He’s actually here!”

"I am back, Knight." "It's you."

The guy in black made to remove whatever the thing on his back was. “Hey, stop it.” The voice that had halted the man set Sophia’s teeth on edge. It came from a male Knight standing on the underside of a branch of the same tree Zain was sitting in. He had dark hair, a scar on his forehead, and two swords strapped to his back. But his eyes, the cold jade eyes were dead. The only thing she could see in them was thinly controlled bloodlust. ‘How did I not notice him?’ she thought as he continued speaking.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

I have no other choice but to lean against a wooden beam while holding my chest. "This is the end," the metal man says, pulling his arm back. Sending his arm forward, I bring up my arm and try to shield myself. Heavy Metal: About to hit the knight, something happens and a cloud of sparking, blue, smoke appears. I hit the smoke but not the knight. "What happens," I say, waving the smoke away. The last of the smoke fading away, I see only an empty space. "Where did the knight go? He was too wounded to run, and even if he did, I would have seen it. So where did he go?"

so nervous to meet him personally, the man was the definition of perfection and here I, a low key girl, but taking deep breaths and calming my mind I put my hands on my thighs. "Mr knight, is here. You have 10 minutes only" the man informed me. "Thank you" I gave him a sweet smile and he left, closing the door Suddenly the Door opened and my eyes fell on him. A man in his mid 50s came inside, with an elegant personality. Looking at his dominant and dark nature, I knew the man was none other than the great Senior Mr Knight. He had a dangerous aura around him. A man like him can bring a person begging on his knees.

The Knight Mansion was no longer a house; it was a fortress of gold, ready to host the elite, while Zara sat in her small room, staring at the simple dress she had to wear to her own public humiliation. The clock struck 8:00 PM, and the iron gates of the Knight Mansion swung open to admit the titans of the world. Mr. Zaid Knight stood at the center of the foyer, the undisputed king of his domain. He was dressed in a bespoke midnight-black tuxedo crafted from the finest Italian wool, with lapels of shimmering silk that caught the light of the chandeliers. His shirt was a crisp, pleated white cotton, fastened with onyx and diamond studs that cost more than a luxury car. Around his waist, a han

‘I’m not a spell caster,’ he nods slowly and studies my face, ‘are you? I swallow then, I should have known he’d want to trade questions. I chew on my bottom lip, turning my answer over carefully. He’s a Knight of Illure. Chances are, I might end up working with him some time. My body clenches as his fingers venture to my left knee. ‘You’re very distracting,’ I accuse in a whisper that travels through the warm air between us and he smiles in response. Looking like something from the Otherworld, with the fire light flickering red and orange on his bronzed skin.

They looked bored. "Open the doors," Cyprian ordered. The knights unbarred the massive oak doors and pulled them inward. The Imperial Guards outside stumbled forward, their ram losing momentum. They looked up, expecting cowering diplomats. They saw a wall of black steel. "Kill them all," Cyprian said. The Iron Legion charged. It wasn't a fight. It was a harvest. The Northern knights were larger, stronger, and fought with a savage ferocity the Southern guards had never seen. Oryn wielded a greatsword with one hand, cleaving through pikes and shields as if they were made of paper.

I thought they would break any second. “Let her go.” A long, slender hand shot out and seized Nate’s wrist. The one grip made Nate’s expression shift instantly. As soon as my arm was freed, I quickly stepped back, putting distance between us. Then, I looked up and met a pair of amber eyes. The man wore a sharp knight’s uniform, with a silver-patterned quiver slung across his shoulder. The feathers of his silver-tipped arrows glimmered under the chandelier. It was Elliot, the legendary warrior who, according to rumors, had been living deep in the Dark Forest.