Knights Of The Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she looked at me like I was more than the monster they all feared? Was it a game to her? A door slammed open. I didn't move, but my eyes snapped to the source. One of my warriors stumbled in, out of breath, his hand over his chest like he’d run the whole way. “My Lord,” he panted. I didn’t speak. Just waited. He bowed his head quickly. “We found her. The woman from that night.” My heart stopped for a beat. He swallowed. “She’s from the Moonbane pack.”

Though the King doesn’t mind, the Queen does. The young women standing around might like what they see, the Queen doesn’t. She sees the young man for what he is. Arrogant and sly human being. Not only ambitious, but will do anything to get what he wants. And such human beings are dangerous. Dealing with them requires caution.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

There were two things that drew Azeph’s attention as he watched through the windows of their safe house into the central plaza at the capital. One, that there were more royal guards and knights in white uniforms than those in red. And two, that there seemed to be something going on that keeps them alert. The knights in red uniforms were the king’s personal order, they worked directly under his majesty. While the other knights were his grace’s knights. Military knights. “Something must be going on,” Will said as he came up beside him. “It’s a distraction,” Louis said from near the table where he was looking down at the map before him. His hair was tied in a ponytail and he was wearing a white

My father had several enemies and any of them would have done anything to end his reign as the Don. The only thing was that it was more than just an attack on my father. This attack had another mission. They had come for Kaydence and her family. My father was just an added bonus. So far we had not had much luck finding out why they had come that night or who they were. Kaydence's father had kept his business very well protected even from my family. "Who attacked us that night you piece of shit?" One of my men was working over the recent piece of Russian scum we had in our company. I came around the corner as the man spit blood at my man and then cursed him in Russian.

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

She was Meghan Knight, Alexander Knight's Aunt. She was the sole sibling of Alexander Knight's father, Harry Knight. On Crown Prince Alexander Knight's sixteenth birthday, a grand banquet was held in the palace. Members of the royal family, noble families, and high-ranking officers were all invited. The banquet was splendid and joyous, but little did they know that it would end with the deaths of all the members of the royal family. Alexander was saved by his aunt Meghan Knight. Currently, Meghan Knight and Alexander Knight were the only surviving royals of Country A. Alexander loved and respected his aunt as his mother, so he had appointed her as the Queen Mother of Country A.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

The car rode unusually smoothly, yet the scenery passing by didn’t look familiar. The road stretched on and on, seemingly without end. Until she grew drowsy, almost slumping onto the man’s shoulder next to her. Just then, the car came to a stop. Adrian took a long stride and stepped out of the car, then walked around to the other side. He curled his hand into a graceful gesture, bowing slightly like an ancient European noble, then extended his hand toward her, palm up. He was waiting for her to place her hand in his. “Miss Sarah, would you do me the honor?”

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.