Knight Of The Darkness 소설 & 이야기

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

Among them was Teresa, a brown werewolf, who was clearly putting up a brave front, summoned to fight in the face of this inevitable confrontation. As the vampires and rogues flashed their fangs, a snarl escaping from their jaws, I took this opportunity to stand upright, my other hand still on my neck. I still felt Knight's presence beside me, and as much as I wanted to land my own blow, to avenge the high priestess, I needed to deal with Lorraine as well. "What's the meaning of this!" Knight's face lacks any emotions. His eyes were pitch-dark, and any signs of humanity were gone. For a moment, the void of darkness in his expression made me terrified and concerned. But the thought that he sav

The rage had never left his body, but it was currently taking a backseat as he tried to remind himself that a Nightengale Warrior does not harm a female unless he is lost to the darkness entirely. The lines between light and dark were currently blurred. It was solely up to him to decide whether he was going to allow himself to cross over to the darkness or remain in the light with his dignity still intact. He begged for a miracle and for the heavens and the Moon Goddess to have compassion on Clohe since she was young and had so much to live for; he desired to be the one to show her the world, the universe, and to serve her as his queen. Lost deep in thought, a black figure unexpectedly sprun

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

He had a dark beard and wild, black hair that reached his shoulders, his lifeless black eyes staring blankly back at them. “Who do you think he was?” Georgia asked. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I kept getting glimpses of his conscience. His mind was so dark. His wolf was always in control. I could see parts of his memories. He was the one that killed my predecessor. The man behind the Lycan didn’t matter to him. It was Anubis he was after all along. Once he realized that Anubis survived through me, he’s been trying to hunt us down ever since. He would have never stopped and killed as many innocent people as it took to get to me. Whoever he might have once been, any humanity he might hav

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

Time didn’t exist in this place, only darkness did. His vision flickered, his body trembled violently, uncontrollably pressed, and the bones inside him no longer knew how to stay still. He tried one last attempt from a fading soul again. “P-pl-ea…” It came out as a whisper that was half broken. Vincent crouched in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees like he was studying something amusing. A small curve formed on his lips. “Water?” Vincent repeated. “Do you want water, Ritik?”

"Hello, can anyone hear me?" Still nothing, silence was scaring her. Then she heard loud thumps coming her way slowly. It was a horse. She could tell that as she learned horse riding. The sound was getting clearer and louder, the horse was close. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and pushed her to the wall, carefully not to hurt her, then they wrapped their arms around her protectively. Thumps got louder and she could tell that it wasn't one horse anymore. Sky shone with a thunderstruck and she looked at the horse riders. She saw weird people in the dark capes, riding horses. She looked at the person who saved her. It was him, the strange man. He looked straight in her eyes. There was some t

He can see her, feel her, but is unable to touch her. She had her head down throughout the meeting and was deliberately avoiding his gaze. Unlike her former sunny self, the Victory that sat in this room is no longer a shining beacon. A dark, ominous cloud in the form of Arthur Knight had casted a shadow over her, absorbing her light and warmth from scintillating towards the earth. Did Arthur Knight finally succeed in breaking Victory Sinclair's joyful spirit? Turning his attention towards the meeting at hand, he went on to announce the final item in the agenda, A. K. Media's next immersive event which will be in time for Halloween.