Knight Will Novels & Stories

He sat on the couch right next to me with both of my hands in his palms. He gently rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand and smiled when he caught me staring at him. Sir William Ryder was the Knight Commander in our kingdom and one of the people the King trusted the most. He just turned 18 yet he was considered one of the noblest men in the kingdom. William lifted my hand and pressed it against his lips, gently made his way to my palm, and kissed his way to my fingers. I just watched him as the fear of the war tomorrow loomed at the back of my head.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

" Kaleb asked him. "Yes. Like I said, I can take care of it. I am Kian Knight, remember?" Kian said assuring his lover. Kaleb sighed. " Fine" "Just tell us if someone approach you and try to do something bad, okay?" Jax said and Kian nodded. "i agree with Jax. Tell us if they try something to any of you." Dom said. The knights are grateful to them.

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.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

"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.

“You might be right. Knight just thought that-“ he stops mid sentence like he realized he shouldn’t have said something. “Knight thought what?” I ask curiously. Wolves tend to have a better sense of intention than their human counterparts. Very rarely do they get things wrong. “Nothing.” “Brady, tell me,” I lean my head over to one side which causes my hair to bounce over and graze his arm. I see him take a breath in; he looks like he’s struggling to keep this from me. He finally caves, his eyes shut. “Knight thought that Jagger was trying to stake his claim on you.” I see his face relax some upon letting it out.

(Major Fontana) Knight Division is a little bit like a neutral faction in the Aeternum Military division as all of it’s member were mostly made up with the education of a true knighthood that originates from the early nobility education, so in terms of relation they were a little amiable and in friendly terms to the haughty and high standard Air Force.

I replied. “Then, how—” “I don’t know as well, okay! I was also shocked that he asked me to go to that musical.” I cut her words and her mouth was opened. She might be shocked to see me like this while defending myself. Knighton is not like any other guys. He’s not a jerk like Hades Cortez or Jericho Marquez or Chadwick Gaston. He’s smoother and softer than Jervic Perez, Yuan Zaragoza, Kellan Durano and Phytos Limon combined. He’s not as playful as Harry Oropeza, Barkley Mariano or Gavin Merculio. Nor as whiny as Tristan Herrera. He’s different. He has this strong mask outside because he’s handsome and tall and he looks strong but he’s more than that.

“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.”