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He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

He dodged and weaved, his movements fluid and precise, leaving a trail of frustrated roars in his wake. [Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract]

No, no, no, no, no… An uncontrollable urge makes me turn around to face a man in a checkered black and grey suit standing a few feet away from me. His crystal baby blue eyes glisten under the fairy lights, while they bore into me. His fingers run through his silver hair, as he takes predatory steps towards his prey. My mouth forms out the name even before I can think about it. Because I had heard what he looks like. "Alpha Tristian Knight." I'm officially doomed. ****************

Next to the iridescent lady walked a man, tall enough to be over six foot, and his skin of almond and his hair of combed back honey brown that was kissed with streaks of blond, and his clothing looked almost like Emrys’ fighting leathers just… Older. Instead of the sleek and skin tightness of today’s standards, the black leather was more loose fitting and he did not wear any medals upon his chest yet something inside me knew he was or could be just as powerful as Emrys. “Ashina,” He spoke, his voice like the crackling of a midnight fire in the middle of a cold and long night. I wanted to reach out or speak but some unknown force kept me quiet and unmoving. “I understand your concerns but I p

“Let him land.” Alessia swallowed hard. “Why?” Ianthe stepped closer, eyes gleaming like a starless sky. “Because you must see the man you’re meant to defeat.” The air shook as the Night Riders landed in perfect formation. The lead rider dismounted, a man who is tall, dark-haired, and moon-pale, with eyes glowing faintly violet. A long coat of black feathers and silver threads draped from his shoulders. A thin silver crown sat across his brow. He removed his mask—and his gaze locked onto Alessia immediately.

The fight has already begun. Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his fighting arms. The overhead lights illuminating the fighting ring spread and shine on the guy's sweaty back, and I gulp in a tainted breath of air immediately my eyes catch a swift image of a particular single tattoo on his back bearing only one name. Killer. And his sculpted, thuggy body frame and face really makes him look like one.

Kailin warned Knight when they noticed me. Knight almost knocked me off guard, towering in my living room. He seemed to have taken the positive energy in the vicinity when he was around. He looked smolderingly handsome, and it pained me to admit that he really had a spectacular specimen. Knight was wearing an expensive blue Italian tailored suit, and he was a sight for sore eyes and highly pleasing as if he had just walked out from a men’s suit runway. And he knew he pulled it off too well. “Nirvana.” I thought he smiled. Yeah, he did really smile. A small curve appeared on his full lips.

Author's POV Mr. and Mrs. Knight were having evening tea in the garden. Little Nathan, was playing sitting on the grass near them. "Will he agree?" Mrs. Knight asked her husband. "He will. I know my son very well. Yes, he is the most ruthless billionaire in the world but has a soft side towards Nathan. He will do everything for him because he loves Nathan, more than his life. "Hope he will agree," Mrs. Knight said just then Demon entered the garden and sat down on the grass.

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

After all they are the knights of the Cravens, they are trained to protect their homeland as well as the people who are leading it. "Stop, you idiots!”, I looked at the man who shouted, it was Elon. He is wearing his armor as if he was readying himself in a fight? “Practice your defense!”he shouted again, tying the satin ribbon on his head. Now, looks like a true warrior.