Knight Of Erebonia Novels & Stories

Elicantris must’ve had been turning this liquid into water for them to drink and survive. “We hope for your return soon with Elicantris, Your Highness,” the knight said, but his dark eyes had shown fear and anxiousness as if Arth leaving them alone would cause something to happen badly. “If you both make it tonight,” the other knight said, “we’ll have our planning to be led by you, Your Highness. We truly look forward to following and joining you on our future battlefield against the Ka’erns.

The weapon as well as the crown chose its bearer, and would scorch an unworthy. The mermaid shifted her gaze to Ereb's forearm with the traitor's mark burned into it with a trident. “It’s a work with your own kind,” Erida smiled. The newt got his mark because he ciuldn't protect the late Queen Adamanda[4]. During the northern borders inspection, Erida's mother with guards fell into a nest of steins. The poison from the mutated Cyaneas’[5] tentacles quickly spread through a body, causing the flesh to ice over. The cavalry was late. Ereb, the only survivor, brought the king a frozen piece of Adamanda’s fin. Father wore it on a chain right until his death and was buried with it in a throat of s

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

(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.”

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.

He remembered how he tried to relieve himself before but it didn’t work. Flashback Eiran was settled on the table beside the bed in his bedroom. He was immersed in studies that his phone vibrated with a tone. He picked up and checked. Wells had sent him a picture of the Knight back and text read, “look at his shoulders! No wonder he gets confessed this much. Why do I have such a little frame? I want to be like him.” Eiran hadn’t paid attention to Knight’s picture and chuckled. “It’s because he is dominant and you are a beta. But I think you have a pretty body.”

*Jaron's POV* Saying the past few days had been odd would be an understatement. Following princess Irellia's disappearance I'd been made the underling of Riol, a knight of great accomplishment yes, but one whom had grown… lax over the past few years. I'd heard the rumors about him, gossip spread quickly through the castle and, truth be told, it was one of Irellia's few guilty pleasures, yet I'd never believed them. After all, how could a knight of the king become infatuated with one of them? And yet, he and the chieftain had barely strayed from one another since we'd reached the packlands- even less since we set out!