Legend Of The Sun Knight Novels & Stories

"Yes, there are some rumors about a man wielding a magical artifact in the Dark Territory. I want you to find and kill him. Rumor has it that his artifact is a sword called Black Star." There are rules for who can have magical artifacts. Only those who are in magic guilds regulated by the King or who are in the Kings army may own one. This is to ensure that these items do not fall into the hands of the kingdom's enemies. This knight in particular also carries a magical artifact called Lighting Blade. A sword that has the properties of lightning. Unlike the mages of Raven Shield, those in the King's army and Magical Guilds have a different ranking system. The ranks range from D to S. The knig

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

Cradling it carefully in my palm, this small trinket that would befit a necklace, I close my eyes and try to source its reason for existence among my personal things. The sun gods are not givers of power for witches, they rarely bother with any of the immortals except the ones they built with purpose. The sun’s a death sentence for many of the kinds who hide in the shadows so it’s odd to see a sun symbol given during a moon ritual, especially to a witch who is blessed by Luna. Everything I own carries the mark of Cerridwen or Khonsu in some form.

Lyra’s voice echoed with multi-tonal authority—the ancient, undeniable voice of the Sun Queen. She raised her left hand, sweeping her arm through the air. Instead of casting light outward into the mist, she condensed the solar plasma into a concentrated, razor-thin ribbon of heat that pierced directly through the void field. The blinding beam struck the lead Void Knight’s armor chest-piece, striking the dark-silver rune carved into the metal. CRACK! The dark-silver rune shattered under the extreme heat, exploding into a shower of harmless grey dust. The moment the rune broke, the surrounding fog around that knight instantly dissolved, freeing the air.

"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

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

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.

MYRA/ SELENE Darkness surrounded me, suffocating me. Then came the pain: sharp and devastatingly familiar, piercing through my back while the blade was being twisted deeper and deeper. I was reliving it again. The nightmare that never seemed to leave me alone. The memory crashed over me, every detail as vivid as if it were happening all over again. I was Selene again, standing in my own chambers on what should have been the happiest night of my life. Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. Tomorrow, I was supposed to become Luna of the SilverClaw pack.

General Serath kneels, his scorched armor smoking from where my heat licked it. He bows so low his forehead presses to the obsidian tiles. “Speak.” “The Dawnforged are fully armed. The Skybreakers await your word to ascend. The Orbital Forges have awakened.” He hesitates. “And the weapon you commanded us to prepare…” My fingers curl against the rail. “The Solarion?” “Yes, Radiance. It drinks the light of three suns even now. When released, it will scour entire worlds.” I close my eyes. The Solarion.

I tried to shield myself with my hands, but the pain of her blows was unbearable. The forest echoed with their roars, celebrating my demise. Why wouldn’t they? I—an abomination was chosen by the Moon goddess as Trevor’s mate. The elders protested, saying an abomination wasn’t fit to be their Luna. According to our law, the Luna must be either the Alpha’s mate or attained through duel of honor—killing the Luna.