Knight Of Blue Novels & Stories

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

When I reached the raised dais, the Queen held out a ceremonial sword—silver and storm-blue, lightning etched along the blade. I knelt. Her voice lowered, but carried: “Rise, Lady Abigail Stormhart. The Storm Knight.” When I stood, cloak draped around my shoulders, I didn’t just feel like the main character anymore. I felt untouchable. And as I turned to face the hall again, Alaric waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, his smirk was the kind that said: That’s my woman now. Norma, from the side, whispered loud enough for several knights to hear:

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

" It's ok, the power will be restored soon. There must be some fault.. " " Hmm, I am sorry for behaving like that, but... " " Don't be sorry... and don't be scared, your knight in the shining armour is right here as your service. " I bowed in front of her. " But that day, I was the knight and you were damsel in distress." She said and smiled shyly. " Hmmm it was not like that... She is a friend and it would have been rude to get my hand released like that. " I said and she smiled.

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

Cronin's POV It has been many years since anyone has called me by my given name. I had to become Blue Blade to separate myself from the reality of what my life had become, it was the only way I could survive what had to be done. The weapon I carry was a gift from the king before he stole the throne from his own brother. It is imbued with powers I do not understand and bound to me with a dark magic that I find both awe inspiring and terrifying.

He must think I'm a weak female. " You're the strongest woman I've ever seen," he said, holding my hands. My eyes fluttered in disbelief. KNOCK KNOCK " Who dares to interrupt?" Loren thundered. " Pardon General, but the royal knights of the Bliaviroth empire are on their way to northern territory's borders," the guard from outside informed.

Blue and black energy collided above the gate. Like two storms fighting each other. Then Lily saw it. Standing directly before the gate. Waiting. Watching. The Final Guardian. Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Because it wasn't a monster. It wasn't a king. It wasn't even alive. It looked like a giant knight forged from crystal. Thirty feet tall. Blue armor. Blue sword. Blue eyes. Its body glowed with ancient power. Then the Guardian slowly opened its eyes. The chamber shook. Then a voice echoed everywhere.