Knighthood Code Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes when I got in the shower. I can see my nerd, I mean that nerd I bumped into today. But I am kind of curious why she didn’t fall to her knees for me. She did smile at first, then I had to open my big fat mouth and ruin it. God, she is going to be a pain in the ass. I can tell. But then I had an awful idea. Maybe I don’t have to stay away from her. Maybe I can tease and make her life a living hell while she is in my kingdom. If it is so bad for her. Maybe she will leave on her own. But what if I can’t get her to leave? Then I will make her bow down to me. Then she won’t like the outcome when it comes down to that. I will make it so bad for her. No one tells the Knight’s off a

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

The knight answered; obviously she was asking for his name. "Sir Criston, fight with this in my honor, and may your courage be steadfast." She said calmly. The knight bent lower, receiving the ribbon with reverence. He tied it to his arm so that all might see, beaming proudly. Cheers erupted from the stands, noble ladies clapped, and even the lords exchanged knowing smiles. Micah couldn't help but feel nervous as she took her seat. Her eyes flashed in all directions, and she caught Racheal glaring at her with a puzzled look before retracting her gaze and faking a smile to hide her surprise.

This got easy. The rest was already prepared. I connect the panel to my tab wirelessly, and the rest is done with the program I wrote. I stand what seems like an eternity in the silence, looking at the glass transparent wall, then at the line of code running. There is no way to check if this works here, but whatever information and security device details I found in the Shadow Knights’ servers hold true, so there is a complete chance this will break it.

One Eben obviously would rather not discuss during his meal. Zierno put his trencher down. “I’ve done all you ask Eben and requested nothing in return.” Annoyance was made his voice harsh. “Except knighthood.” Eben set his food down. Looking down his thin nose at Zier. “Aye.” What is it going to take for you to see Dorin is weak? “I’ve told you.” Eben’s voice grew aggressive. “Even a king may not promote a man to knighthood, especially not one who couldn’t suffice as a squire, merely because of friendship.”

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

“You sure? Thought his face wasn’t built for that.” A third let out a low whistle. “Well, there goes the betting pool.” “You owe me five silver,” Someone else said, deadpan. “I said it’d take a battlefield miracle,” came the reply. “Didn’t think it’d be her.” I blinked, heat rushing up my neck. Gideon turned away from the defeated knights and strode toward me, every step somehow worse—like watching a lion decide you were worth approaching. “Miss Rosewyn,” One knight said as he passed. “You honor us.”

“What does my wife get to do with this? Reverse the damn poison now!” “Please…” Was it just me or did Kian DaSilver just use the word please? Given by the brief silence and amused laugh from Ryker, I guess I wasn't the only one shocked. “I'm sorry, what was that?” “Where's the antidote? Tell me got it!” Kian scrambled around the room, throwing things on the ground then froze in his tracks when Ryker slowly raised up a small greenish bottle with a chuckle. “You mean this?” “Ryker…” Kian said, his voice careful and low. “Hand that over.”

Zarah shook her head in annoyance. “At least we try our best,” McKaye said. “Knight, the allies,” Lennox reminded him. Knight gave me the council’s number, and I dialed it on my phone when no one picked up from Knight’s number. It was picked up right away as if monitoring my call logs. “Yes? Who am I speaking to?” a man answered, sounding as old as Lennox. “You know who I am. I’m sure my number is already registered in my profile, but let me introduce myself. “I’m Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, a human mated to Alpha Knight Blackwell.”

AT WITCHDOM PALACE HARNEY'S POV: I was waiting impatiently for my spy to come over with the information I need while I saw Jonny walking in. Hey bowed to me while saying-" Is there any news Mother?" I nodded in no while saying-" Not yet. The spy should be here at any minute. Let's wait for him" Within no time a man walked in while panting heavily. He was injured. He bowed to me and Jonny before saying-" The knights died at the border and we were attacked. We lost our knights but I somehow managed to escape"