Novel & Cerita Knight Of Erebonia

, he asked jokingly and I smashed the back of his head. I told him about my family's name and he was just listening to what I was saying. The other knights also go to where I am to hear my story and Elon is frowning the whole time saying that the information I was giving to them is only for him. I don't know what you called to what I am feeling right now as I told them who I am. After the knights annoyed Elon, they started to get ready saying that some of them got a mission from their commander, Master Aeneas.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

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.

This was memory, perfect and pristine, unsullied by knowledge of what would come. "The morning patrol awaits," Aldric continued. "Villagers report bandits in the eastern woods." Kaelen rose, the movement practiced and graceful. "Then we shall bring them justice." The scene shifted. Now he rode at the head of a column of knights, their armour catching the rising sun. Farmers paused in their fields to wave, children ran alongside to glimpse the magnificent horses, old women made signs of blessing as they passed. Defenders. Protectors. Servants of the Light and all it stood for.

“Eyes up, Aelys.” The monument trembles, its crystal fracturing, a screeching hymn erupting, void-energy stinging my skin, the Veil’s thread twisting in my chest, faint but fraying. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her hands shaking, her hymn unsteady, drawing starborn gazes. Before I can speak, Erynn’s faction emerges from the shadows—starborn with void-flecked eyes, their blades pulsing with the Herald’s hymn, their movements swift, their leader tall, her starborn aura blazing, her voice a venomous hiss. “The relic-bearer’s orb—give it!” Erynn’s blade flashes, aimed at Kalia, her void-tainted relic—a crystalline shard—glowing in her hand, stolen from the monument’s vines. Kalia steps

--- Synopsis: Tziyonia has fallen. The golden heart of the kingdom now beats under an iron boot. The Everians, ruthless and many, swept over the land like a plague of steel, led by Queen Sabrina—the daughter of Calantha, born of shadow and crowned in blood. Under her rule, temples are shattered, faith is chained, and the once-noble city bends to idols and fire.

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

"Why aren't you here yet? All the pack members and Elders are waiting for you." As I stared at the screen, my lips curled into a mocking smile. I didn't bother responding to him. Instead, I just blocked him and the other members of the Silvermoon pack. What he didn't know was that just half a month earlier, I agreed to be the mate of Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—the Nightblood pack. Soon after the plane landed in the North, I would be marked by him and become his Luna. … "Lucas, my wolf is ready," I said as I stood in front of the mirror.

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

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: