Lonely Knight Novels & Stories

Prince Fabian has also been standing next to the King of Nicundhra. In a precarious situation, the Knights Of The Bright River kingdom had formed a formation on the other side of all people from the Nicundhra Kingdom. All waiting, be alert for an explosion that could happen at any moment. Hearing King Eric’s anger, Queenie kept a flat face. Her eyes were on Queen Obelia.

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the city’s skyline aglow with electric promise. On the rooftop of Club Artema, four silhouettes sat nestled in ambient lighting—power players moved through the air here, but tonight it felt more like a confessional than a boardroom. Rex Radford was still, framed perfectly in the crosshairs of sharp lines and urban shine. King Hin lounged next to him, the picture of unshakeable confidence. Across from them, Michael Dane traced the rim of his glass, inscrutable. And Romeo Dukeson looked like he’d stepped from a fashion campaign—taut features, still warmth in his eyes.

When he was out of sight, Josephine said to Matilda, “I admire you both. I think I am jealous of your relationship.” Matilda smiled and said, “We do argue a lot too. I bet you don’t know that.” “Well, I don’t see that. All I see is true love.” Matilda blushed and used her hand to push the hair that had come to settle on her face to the back. “Don’t worry Jose. You are sweet and loving, kind, hardworking and humble. Very soon, you will find your own prince charming. Someone who will love you for who you are and help you get through all these. Your knight in shining armani.”

Hmm… It was the third glass of whiskey, her visions were almost blurry while her eyes roved over the club where there were blasting loud booming unknown music and people dancing and grinding on the dance floor. So far, she's still miserable with no man on sight. The only person who flirted with her is the silly old man with crooked teeth,who sat at the corner to her left. “Oi! Look away” her words slurred and her fingers waving carelessly. She fumed when he refused to look away, instead he seemed to be more interested in staring.

But it was a risk worth taking at this moment. Leo and the knight did not speak much. Leo kept asking me if I was okay and I nodded at him. Once we heard the galloping of many horses. We did not move until they went away. We ate some hard dried meat, r****h and water. We did not dare make a fire since it was bound to attract attention. The knight discarded his attire and wore simple peasant clothes. He was a very tall and good-looking man with blond hair and green eyes. He was quite tall. He must be in his thirties, older than what I had initially thought hearing his voice.

And for two years, she had watched him look past her, his heart belonging to someone else. “Liam, cover left!” she called, snapping back to command as three knights closed in. Liam nodded briskly, ducking under a sweeping blade and countering with a fierce upward slash that sent one enemy flying. His motions were clean, practiced, almost mechanical. The Dark Knight commander stepped forward — a towering figure clad in blackened armor, his eyes completely black beneath his helmet “You are too late” he hissed, his voice a hollow rasp.

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

The room I was in was dark and lonely, however, a big window from my right provided just the needed light to see who I had for the company. To my horror, a shirtless Knight was silently cleaning the blood off his sword, no let me rephrase, Lorraine's sword. His broad shoulders and pack of abs were hard to miss, but more importantly, what he did was overwhelming enough to send anyone trembling. "You've finally woken," His eyes were steely and devoid of any emotions. The man I thought was of pure honor slowly crumbled right before me. "W-what happened?" My question sounded so stupid, but I couldn't let silence get the best of the situation. I just couldn't deal with the awkwardness. I want to

Other knights passing by all nodded to their commander, surprised that he had brought a girl back with him. “New girlfriend?” An arrogant young knight with a messy golden hair joked. He was chewing a piece of beef jerky as he walked towards them. “Shut up,” the commander said hoarsely, “This mongrel was found during our patrol.” “Are you serious?” The young knight moved closer to Leila to get a better look, “Her skin is as dull as a human’s…and she has lilac eyes! Geez, what kind of creature are you, girl?”