Lady Knight Art Novels & Stories

"Lord Knight gave me a ride under His Majesty's word. He has this dark air and doesn't care about what others would say when he speaks, but I guess he's just being true to himself." "Is he the one bothering you, My Lady? Are you afraid of him?" "No. I know he is not a good man but I think he is not bad either. I know people who are really dangerous from those who only appeared to be. It's just he's intimidating and he said something that left me confused..." "You don't easily get affected by what others say, My Lady. What could that be?" Right. She wasn't someone who got easily shaken by what other people say but Lord Knight just hit something she couldn't ignore. And the way he talked about

There has never been a natural case that could reproduce the human face so perfectly. The image depicts a noble Lady from an uncertain period, most likely the 16th or 17th century Spain. How this image arrived in the cave, no one knows and remains a mystery. This situation indicates that this image is an akeropita – akeropita in Greek means not made by human hands, painted by angels. The color suit, Burgundy red dress with golden floral embroidery, free flowing hair, beautiful crown and splendorous background is an image of majesty.

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

LAMIA It was 11.51 pm when I plopped down on the bench facing the fountain, one of many in the royal gardens. This one happened to be a carved stone piece, depicting the Moon Goddess. The artist had captured her image impressively. A silhouette of a woman with long flowing hair down her back, one hand rose towards the moon, holding a sword trimmed with gold, the only splash of color. The other hand was resting on the nape of a large wolf. Tying the essence and beauty of the goddess, with the spirit and power of the wolf.

He said again, animatedly, coming down from the saddle, and leaning against the parapet that separated the arena, and showing his excessive concern for his friend who came back limping, pale, biting his lips in pain, and pressing with despair of the foot, so that at his insistence the others agreed to relieve him of the weight of armor and shields loosened the straps so that the trousers covered at the wrists were much too sought after by the painters, that dark red from which the Renaissance capitalized on them in their paintings famous. The short break was coming to an end and the two returned, tugging at their swords and twisting them to create the wonderful impression of the ladies who c

I have to reject her as my goddess. I come across Bradamante. She is depicted as the greatest cross-dressing female knight in literature. She is an expert fighter, and wields a magical lance that unhorses anyone it touches. Sounds like the real thing. I know where my lance will be kept, and such a skill puts her in the goddess category. She is also coupled with the idea of wild love, but that is a more modern interpretation. Her lover, later her husband, was called Ruggiero, but he had to convert from Islam to Christianity before she would marry him.

Wriggling her body, Lady Berenice soon gives up on the Knight's resilience. "Fuck! Let me go!" She keeps on ordering out in an authoritative voice, but it is no use. "How did I not notice you!!!" Lady Paisley exclaims as her head explodes heat. "Your senses become numb I guess. Or you are just unfortunate today, M'lady." The Knight bluntly answers as his tongue resembles the knife that could pierce someone's spirit. Soon enough, Archduke Ridge's Knight arrives and quickly defends Lady Ruby. Ignoring the other Knight and Lady Ruby, the Palace's Knight soon pulls out a handcuff made of underground silver.

This is the woman Father could never forget. He looked up. Then... His breath caught. The woman in the painting was breathtaking. Long raven-black hair flowed behind polished silver armor. A silver sword rested firmly in her hand. Her crimson eyes were sharp enough to make even painted canvas feel alive. She possessed beauty beyond mortal comparison. Cold. Elegant. Untouchable. Even through paint... her gaze felt like that of a predator silently deciding who deserved to live. Luther couldn't breathe. For the first time... he admitted something to himself.

The knight’s entire face was covered in green armored helmet, red x on a metallic plate covering its eyes, and reflective mouth guard hiding the rest of its face. " Come, we must leave,” Ardcore said as he led the crusaders to the staircase on the far right of the castle. “You will not interfere,” Palio said as she flew towards the knight. The knight then pulled out a green shield with the red x insignia on the middle and shielded itself from the enchantress’s blast. Meanwhile, the rebels rush up to the spiral tower within the castle. As April G takes the lead, she uses her massive sickle to open the door at the top of the castle.

There in the middle of the dance floor were standing Sage and Jes wearing micro-mini skirts paired with tops that left a little to nothing for imaginations. With their wild hair, they perfectly fit the description of wild women the waiter had described. Raphael, Aidan, and Lucas watched them with an open mouth~ Sage was hooting while Jes was scaring guards with the raccoon that she was holding in her hands. The first thing that came into Raphael's mind was that from where in hell she had gotten that thing?