Lonely Knight Mga Nobela at Kwento

His face was still emotionless like he doesn't care. All of a sudden he extended his hand. "Hello I am Hunter knight. I am sure you have heard about me." Hunter said proudly but seeing Luna's confused face he understood she doesn't know anything about him. Luna also extended hand and shook his hand "Well I am Luna Michael. Please have a seat Mr. Knight." She said with poker face trying her best to not show her trembling form. She was internally trembling in fear.. Hunter took a seat in front of her and chuckled. "You really don't know who I am right. Well I am the owner of international estate of knights. In short, the famous billionaire and only heir of knight's family."

"Herein lies the predicament: do we possess a strategy to counter him when he comes for us in three days?" The crowd fell silent, with no alternative but to plunge into a battle that could prove fatal. This had been the organization's way of survival for centuries. "Madam, we're not as feeble as Tristan painted us. We possess talent, numbers, and skills. On the other hand, Tristan has been inactive for years, spending decades in a sanitarium. "The Lone Light must have abandoned him long ago. He has returned solely to regain fame quickly, but he's sorely mistaken. We have several Elders with the power to challenge him!" one Knight declared.

Not asking any questions, it’s not my place, I swing the door open and follow my fellow knight down the hall. Despite being a knight, he wears no armor. Just a brown tunic, dark slacks and a sword at his hip. I recognize him as Riol, the knight whom had been acting as ambassador to the Wolf-Men until last week. That explains his lack of footwear, after nearly four years with the pack I can understand him adopting some habits. But I can’t help but wonder if the sharpness of his dark eyes is something else he’d picked up, the idea of someone looking at Irellia that way makes my blood boil. I pray to the gods that it’s unique to Riol. “Your face is like a letter, telling all of your emotions.”

He laughs, but only for a while as he then continues. “His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.” Laughing once more as he is more than convince that the seventh and final loop is made for young children whose innocent is not yet tainted by the cruelty that love brings. His expression and mood suddenly change. As he reads the following words.

My eyes followed his every movement, unable to break contact. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and raspy, every word laced with venom and hatred. “Well, well, well…the great Delilah Knight,” he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel, humourless smile. He stopped directly in front of me. “Or should I say, the future widow of Calix Knight? Such an unfortunate choice of names, isn’t it? Knight. He’s always been so weak. A knight in tarnished armour, always failing the women around him.”

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.

Elena snorted coldly, "Who knows? Maybe after all this, I'll keep you by my side, and you can be my Luna, rogue. But for now, this will be your day and night, Knight Knox!" With the jiggling sound of the chains on the door, Elena left again, leaving Knight all alone on the floor, curling up with his fists to his chest again, and the red lines spreading on his body, softly and quietly, just like the kiss of death.

I ripped out two of the arrows and tossed them to the ground but as I lifted my arm to grab the last one, I was hit again but this time, I fell to one knee instantly. “Shit,” I murmured. “Wolfs bane arrow.” I looked down again, my vision going blurry. This arrow was different though. It was a white arrow, unlike the rest of the brown ones, and it held a small symbol. One that many wouldn't have noticed, but I saw it enough to know. It was the last thing I saw before my vision went dark. The Royal Seal. Nate POV “What do I do if he asks me to kneel?” I huffed as Juvia did up my tie. She watched me try and fail a total of 6 times to do it myself. “Cause I will tell him to piss off. Prince or n

Reminding herself that she's here to work, she stopped to call onto some of the passing waiters and reminded them to offer glasses of champagne to the crowd that was surrounding Arthur. Despite wanting to be a reclusive CEO, Arthur is still well known among those in the business industry for being the first-born of the Knight family and many desperately wanted to impress him. And unlike the ignorant public, those who were in the business industry are aware of his connections to A. K. Media, as well as the financial support that Knight Enterprises provided to his business. With his single status, many women flocked to him, hoping to ensnare him for themselves. However unlike his man-whore bro

I commented. “Thank you for the understanding, Your Highness.” He bowed down again. Rokhan Kairos, he was a commoner before being granted a family name and the title of a Knight by the kingdom of sand in the South. I chose him to be Lancelot’s personal knight due to his capabilities and because my mother was familiar with the mercenary group that he was associated with. I too find myself slowly favouring him due to his skills, especially in espionage.