Knight Of Erebonia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

(HIS AFFECTION) “YOU WILL BE ‘HIM’ IN THAT WORLD, AS YOU WILL TAKE THE SPOT OF THE HOLDER IN THAT BOOK. YOU WHO IS THE DARK REFLECTION OF THEIR OFFSPRING. YOU MUST FULFILL YOUR INTENDED DESTINY AS YOU SHALL PLAY UNTO MY GAME AS MY KNIGHT. MY BLACK KNIGHT, RAMIEL.” To the wind that blew its eerie wind and the moon that is in full. Somehow resembles a priceless diamond, but a curse is hidden in between its beautiful façade. The sakura petals fall unto his way as a voice wakes him up and made him realize.

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Jace saluted before he marches off to the direction of the grand hall. I smiled at Edam as he push open the doors to the garden. He curtsied and directed his commands at Sebin who looks clueless and odd. Sebin's blond hair looks fake, like he have coloured it. I can see the tip of his hair, black in the sunlight. He diverted his eyes on me, so dark like chocolates. He gave a kind smile and I return it. Well, at least he is friendly. The other knight whose name is Kent accompany us, his stature and curly hair reminding me of a college student. He looks so young like Sebin. Edam leads me towards a bench, bowed with Kent before they went back inside.

Liora descended carefully, the rocks warm beneath her hands. Halfway down, she felt another presence. A man stepped from the shadows — tall, robed in gray, his eyes the color of dying stars. “I’ve been waiting,” he said. “Who are you?” “My name was Eron once,” he answered quietly. “The first to guard the flame before it had a name.” Liora froze. “Before Lyra?” He nodded. “She was the first light. I was her shadow. Balance demands both.” He gestured toward the canyon below. “But your kind forgot. You healed and purified until only light remained — and light, without shadow, devours itself.”

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

There’s nothing going on between you and Rautio. She grinned. “Hey, you.” “Back at you.” He mirrored her smile. “We were just leaving. This is Anahera. Hera, Rhiannon.” “A pleasure to meet ya,” she crooned, holding out a hand toward me. “You were his knight in shining armor from the other night.” Not wanting to come off as some jealous, bitchy girlfriend which I wasn’t, I took the handshake with a plastic grin. “The things we do for the sake of humanity.”

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer queens of the deep; they were Daughters of the Sun, their hair flowing like liquid gold in the amber heat. Eryx stood beside me, his coral-iron armor settling into a beautiful, jagged Lament-Steel-Gold. He was no longer a monster seeking redemption; he was a King who had already won. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of the beginning, the end, and the One-Hundred-and-Third Morning. "The South is ours, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute peace. "No," I said, looking toward the ceiling of the amber cathedral, which was now opening to reveal a sky of Deep, Pulsing Violet-Gold.

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.

" Myron screamed. They tried to pass through, but they can't. Kaleb is like Kian so, they can't out win him. Their king is now facing their queen and Eris is watching them with glee. Kian is the one who throws an attack first. Kaleb did his best to counter every attack. The knights are in a dilemma watching both their leaders trying to kill each other. It's fine if they are only practicing, but no. But something is bothering Eris. She blocked both Kaleb and Kian's attacks on each other. They all turned to her. "Enough with this drama." She spoke. The knights frowned not understanding what's going on. Kaleb and Kian glanced at each other. "What's going on?" Sean asked his fellow knights. Kian