Lonely Knight Novels & Stories

"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

He was so hell bent in taking an A-grade like him, Langrion doubted that he would pass on the opportunity to capture him and demand ransom from the king and the Capitol. However, here he was, alone in a seemingly newly-burnt and recently abandoned village. He had circled the place three times now, and he did not see a single soul in sight. What the hell could have happened to him, and why was he here? Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves coming closer. He ran into the direction of it, and sure enough, he spotted around three riders bearing the Imperial flag. In the midst of it was one particular knight he had never been so glad to see.

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

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.

I might've overestimated our chances. Out from the woods, the Alpha of the Celestial Pack walked as if he was king. Behind him were werewolves and behind them, as well as on the sides, were hundreds of warriors and creatures and I knew these weren’t all of them. ”Alpha James Knight.” He cooed as he walked up on the field. The one thing that bothered me most about the Alpha of the Celestial Pack was the fact that he was a pussy, a scared little boy in a grown man's body who couldn't ever take on a fight alone.

"Okay. Good thing, Knight has been busy with duties. This should be a great day to finally get her out of my sight." "This is what conversation looks like. Just gave them the poison that I gave you, it will make her fall into deep slumber. In that way, our work is as silent as her sleep". It took fee hours to successfully do the plan. We waited for night to come. Base on the schedule given to me, Knight will be staying a day at some kingdom, doing his duty. I will do mine. To take back what is rightfully mine. ••••••• I keep going back and fourth the window, looking outside, waiting for a black car to appear, carrying my beloved.

"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 said. Knight chuckled, that same lazy, confident sound I remembered too well. “Yeah... I'm going incognito, sweetheart. I have to keep my legend alive somehow.” “That’s one word for paranoia,” I teased. “Touché,” he said, laughter in his voice. “How’s life on your end? Still running empires and breaking hearts?” “Something like that,” I said, smiling faintly. “Though mostly just hospital visits these days.” He went quiet for a moment, and I could tell he was piecing together more than I’d said. Knight always had that uncanny ability to read between words.

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.