Knights Of The Sound Table Mga Nobela at Kwento

Inside was a glamorous reception room, all in Roman decors, though there was some European-style furniture. “Once you’re done with his Majesty,” the knight said, “come to us if you have time.” They departed, leaving me alone without any guards. Since I wasn’t in trouble, I let myself stroll around. There was a long table with seven chairs in the middle of the room. It had the guild’s insignia carved at the center. Next to them was a glass cabinet filled with various drinks and colorful bottles. On the other side, there were two bookshelves, with a large photograph of a Roman bust between them.

What's needed are the swords mana knight. That involves Calix and my cousin and if my direct knights safely dinished the mana stones operation, they can help as well.

The sound was like a key unlocking Pandora's Box. He had no idea what was inside.

His headphones hummed low instrumentals, the kind without words — because words only made his thoughts louder. He shouldn’t have said it. That comment at the table. That stupid, bitter slip about how Colton “gets everything.” The words had come out before he could stop them — and the silence that followed was worse than any scolding could’ve been. Everyone’s eyes had flicked between him and Colton like they weren’t sure if he was joking. And Colton, as always, brushed it off with that easy grin — the kind of smile that could smooth out any tension. For Amelia’s sake.

More like a player noting a move on the board. They turned down a narrower hallway. Here the torches threw smaller pools of light, leaving shadows thick between them. “You don’t like him,” she said. “I don’t trust him.” “Because he spoke to me?” “Because he doesn’t move like the others.” Kael’s tone was mild, but there was a sharpness under it. “Knights are dangerous pieces, Serenya. Their strength isn’t in how far they move, but in how unexpectedly they arrive.” She almost laughed at that, but the sound stuck in her throat. “And what am I? A pawn?”

The Holy Cross Slash was unleashed, and the identity of the men in suits was revealed. But in just a single moment, the men shivered in their boots before falling flat on the ground. “Shoot him!” The leading knight of the Round Table gave the order with a cold expression before pulling out a firearm of his own. Bang, bang, bang! The Knights Templar pulled out their firearms at the same time before frantically pulling the trigger. The man with the sword kept bending his body around, dodging every single bullet that came right toward him at lightning speed before unleashing a slash that looked like moonlight.

They have someone to come home to. *** The round table is a thick slab of scarred wood that doesn't so much as shake when my knife sinks an inch into the marred surface. My knife is the last to go in and means the meeting is brought to order. The men look at me, meeting my eyes, trusting that I can control Beast and be with them on equal ground.

There, four knights were waiting for us. “Your Majesties,” they hurriedly greeted us as we entered. “Addison, take a seat there,” Gregory ordered me, and pointed to a scarlet velvet armchair located against the left wall. Without saying a word I did what he told me to do. The knights took their places and began talking among themselves. “It is the Trobetians, they are causing troubles at the border again,” Luke declared. “But why the drums? What do they want with it? Liven up the afternoon by playing music?” Rudyard asked sarcastically.

His ears became deaf from hearing his own heartbeat, as he was lost in thoughts … lost in words. A metal sound suddenly screeched from a far distance. When Arth turned, the portcullis guarding the Upper Ring was already raised, releasing hundreds of armed knights rushing to his direction in uniformed positions. Their clanking armors overwhelmed the silence of the bailey, with their blue capes flying out on their back. “Oh gods, I’ve been fooled!” Arth clenched his fist, then he turned and started running back towards his companions. Robert was still clashing with the grand knight, keeping up with his opponent’s powerful strikes. He seemed unable to launch his attacks since the grand knight w

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...