Novel & Cerita Knights Of The Sound Table

She says that there is no need to wear something extravagant as only the rowdy knights and generals will attend the small party. The dishes clang and the knights shout at each other. There is more booze than food at the four banquet table. It is chaos as each of them tries to overpower each other’s voices. And with the mess, I find it hard to swallow the juicy meat that Aditya had requested for me. My shift goes in front. Theo is in the dais together with Brandon and the other generals. Kleavon and Harbin are on separate tables. And Aditya and I are sitting at the furthest table from Theo. I am not even sure if he can see me or not.

When Twilight landed she dragged the corpses out of the way as I broke the lock with the mangle of my blood-bathed weapon. The first one to admire my work was the captain. "... Make sure no one escapes" "... Understood" Then the knight pulled out a horn, and with its roar, the assault began. "We are the knights of Fotiadis! And by the orders of the king and our lord, you are all sentenced to death!" ROOOOAAAAAAR!! "We are under attack! Sound the alarm!" The knights were merciless. They soon obliterated everyone in the yard as Herion and the others burned the back entrance and set on fire the hopes of those trying to escape.

Chris laughed nervously. Sienna didn't say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard. Chris continued, "I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy's throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!"

Henry exclaimed, waking up everyone who was sleeping. As soon as the first exam was finished, the hall began to buzz. Or maybe not. Nobody was allowed to leave their seat, according to the official. They appeared to be waiting for someone. Someone very significant. Creak! As a group of Knights clad in spectacular white and red armour entered the building, the door opened. "The Holy Knights," someone murmured. And now everyone in the hall knew who the individual was. Except for me.

“Max!” Erella’s voice broke the air like a knife. The young duke’s head slumped forward, his silver goblet tumbling from his hand and spilling dark red wine across the pristine tablecloth. The captain of the knights fell next, his body crashing against the side of the table before collapsing to the floor with a heavy thud. For a moment, everything froze. The clinking of silverware stopped. The laughter died. And the only sound that remained was the frantic beating of Erella’s heart echoing in her ears.

My Alpha Of Knight. *************THE END************

The movement almost mechanical. Aria hesitated for half a second, then followed anyway. They sat at a table tucked just far enough away from the main room to feel private, but not hidden. Victor placed a slim folder on the table between them. Aria had her hands hidden beneath the table, her hands holding themselves steady. “Mr. Knight asked me to meet with you on his behalf.” Aria stared blankly at him “On his behalf, you mean he’s not coming?” she repeated slowly.

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

Behind us, the sound of that silver horn was still shaking the trees, a long, mournful note that felt like a funeral march. "They're gaining," Rowan gasped. He was stumbling behind us, his face white as a sheet, his glasses lopsided. He was clutching that charred scrap of the map like his life depended on it...and it did. "I can hear the horses. Those aren't normal horses, Killian. They're moving too fast." "I know," Killian growled. He stopped for a split second, his head turning toward the ridge. His nostrils flared, his eyes turning that hot, dangerous gold. "The First Knight. He’s not here to talk. He’s here to harvest."

BANG! The leader slammed his massive, scarred hand against the oak table, the sheer force of the blow rattling everything on it. An old pewter inkwell tipped over, sending a thick, black puddle bleeding across a map of the territory, while several rusted daggers jumped an inch into the air before clattering back down. The sound reverberated through the chamber like a death knell.