Knights & Magic Season 2 Novels & Stories

Steven then drew his sword, which he put up like the last time on his back, and Adrian did the same with his two short swords. She looked at Ronan and asked him curiously, "You're not taking out any weapons?" Ronan winked at her and he said, "I promised them I wouldn't interfere and the magic beasts we are likely to fight are well below my level so I'm not risking much." Adrian and Steven had pulled out their map again and after agreeing on the way they wanted to take they motioned for them to follow. On the way Cassy took the opportunity to harvest the high quality magical herbs she saw and this time before putting them in the container to maintain their quality she used her white flame to

And I feared I wouldn’t be ready to face what came next. The air was thick with tension the morning after Sienna saved that pup from the magical trap. The pack still buzzed with murmurs, some wary, some hopeful, but no one dared to speak openly about what it might mean. I stayed quiet, feeling the weight of that cryptic message burned into my mind: ‘Phase Two Initiated.’ The artifact hidden beneath my pillow felt heavier than ever. As I moved through the estate’s great hall, the familiar scent of pinewood and leather filled the air. Magnus stood at the far end, surrounded by Cain and his elders. Their faces were stoic, eyes sharp, but the undercurrent of unease ran deep beneath their ceremon

“It says the covenant renewal spell needs the king’s blood directly from his heart, but the covenant-breaking spell needs both the blood of the king from his heart and… and the dark bender's blood, also from his heart.” “That's crazy, that is totally insane. We are both going to die!” Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as they ran. Further south a blaring yell of a battle horn sounded. The three turned their attention towards the sound and saw the army of undead knights trampling over the miniature hill, from afar they looked like dolls, but their tor

"There was a great seven-sided mêlée as well, and archery and axe-throwing, a horse race and tourney of singers . . . " "Never mind about all that." Bran squirmed impatiently in his basket on Hodor's back. "Tell about the jousting." "As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers

Even the head mage of the Mage’s Council, Rudra had a pinched look and I’ve never seen that man wear the look even in the gravest of situations. I was worried for a whole different reason. I wasn’t worried because she had basically defeated Zachary in one go. Not even her elder sister could do that but I was concerned by the expression she had when she stared at Zachary, injured and defeated. It was- “I am sure all of you are eagerly waiting for the second round to begin, so we won’t keep you waiting anymore. Welcome…” My trance was broken by Moran’s voice. I blinked and looked at the arena and my breath hitched as the teams entered because this time, unfortunately, the two sisters would be

“I want to remember being your father.” “You will,” I say. “There’s still time.” He reaches for me again, clasping my hand in both of his. Lazlo readjusts his weight slightly, still sitting close beside me. His voice is calm, but there’s pride in it. “It wasn’t just a trial. There was a battle, one that nearly tore Montelune apart.” “It was already tearing,” I add. “The seasons had stopped turning. The land was dying, and no one knew why, not fully. The black magic had twisted the balance and cursed the cycle of the seasons.”

The Rise was complete. The Return beckoned. And Silvermoon had no idea what was coming.

Dunkerson Kingdom is heavily reliant on magic, so I created lamps that utilize the magic in the air instead of being charged by the mages during the day. Admittedly, creating the lamp was not my goal. It was just a by-product when I researched a weapon that would efficiently use magic — a weapon that doesn’t need a consistent supply of magic to fire. After I was done and presented it to the mages, nobles, and soldiers, my younger self hoped that Gideon would look at me more. But instead of attention, all I got from him was anger. Every time I approached him, it felt as if I were the ugliest and most disgusting woman that ever existed in his world.

“Glennwood? I have never known anyone by that name. And you say I killed this man? I think you must have the wrong person. I’m sorry for your loss, uhh… sir. But can you tell me more?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” Still barring the way in front of me, Cillium began to snarl. I laid a hand on my young knight's shoulder, quieting him. I could feel the tension within him with or without his ability. I felt the same. *Do we attack, Alpha?* Surry’s voice came from behind us.

But lucky for them, everyone remained silent, albeit annoyed at her presence. "We can't wait for the scouts to come back just to tell us that Damion has moved on," Selene said, looking at me earnestly. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest we do then?" I asked inquisitively. She gave me a coy smile. "A little bit of magic." Shortly after, Selene had gathered in front of her some things she would need to do her magic. We all watched with curiosity as she placed the items on my desk. There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones.