Novel & Cerita Loretta Knight Of The Haligtree

"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.

Yuuno tried to calm the rageful souls of the war room when she noticed the knight had left the room, Aisha took her sister’s place as she tried to calm everyone down while she snuck out of the room. The knight followed the cry of the spirits at first it was vague but as he got closer and closer to the heart of the world tree the cry slowly became clear. While following the knight to the heart of the tree, she immediately noticed that his shadow was not of a man to this day she fears what she saw in the darkness.

“Thank goodness you’re safe!” my mother exclaimed. Then she whispered in a low voice, “the amulet?” but I pretended not to hear her for now. Luna Helena of White Forest. Her reputation always preceded her. My teen years were spent waiting to see if I would be blessed with visions. I wasn’t. Perhaps I would have her quick fighting skills instead, she was a capable warrior in her own right. I didnt.. Still, she bustled towards me, draped in a thick purple velvet gown. Her hazel eyes shimmered with gold as Genevieve stood to the side. A few crows feet lined her face but she still had the same beauty from her earliest royal portraits.

The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor. The remaining riders rallied, lances leveled. Steel rang as they charged, hooves churning earth. Vera backed toward the boulder, chanting again, channels of starlight snaking outward. One rider’s steed reared, sprayed snow, then collapsed in sudden collapse; the next knight yanked at his own helm, swaying. Three mounted knights remained. They wheeled, cutting her off from the gate. Vera licked her lips, breath ragged. She pressed the fang to her palm, closing her eyes and summoning the memory of Ember Hollow’s awakening:

"Aubrey, he called out taunting her, Her legs got intertwined with a fallen branch and she fell to the ground, in that instant, the dark knight caught up with her, his face behind the mask broke out in a devilish smile, "So easy to get you, all the spells cloaking you are down," he said, "What do you want from me? Asked Nora defiantly "You," replied the dark knight. At that moment, Gretchen showed up from nowhere and repeated some words "Insipid Adenianas in Quito alas gradas," Gretchen kept muttering the words, the dark knight hissed and with great speed galloped for Gretchen, "Run Aubrey, Little elf run, screamed Gretchen,

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

Morgan, along with Lamia and her four Knights share a major role in how that future would turn out and I hoped with her being mated to Mathias, we would be on the winning side again. Each Knight of the chosen one was to be given a gift - Strength, light, speed, and immunity. Each gift complimenting the other three. The four Knights: King Kellen, his Beta Mike Pike, Hunji, and lastly the Hunter Rhett. - The King, the commander, the savior, and the councilor. Each one is a protector of the chosen and what she will carry when the time comes. Each one fated to a mate that will strengthen them.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

She, after all, was the Luna of the pack who oversaw the repairs and recover from this disaster. Two people she assumed were the coven leaders stepped out of the second vehicle and approached. “Good morning. Thank you for being so prompt. I am Helena Harris, the Luna of the Black Dane Pack.” Helena stepped forward but didn’t offer her hand. It was a protection. Touching could transfer magic or poisons. If they wanted trust, they needed to build it up between them.

As they ventured deeper into the magical expanse, the Nexus Tree stood as a silent witness, its branches laden with the stories of those who had embraced the extraordinary love that defied the boundaries of their supernatural existence. ~~~~ As Davien and Hera continued their journey through the Nexus, Faelan, the fairy guardian, lingered beside the Nexus Tree, its wings aglow with the subtle luminescence of ancient secrets. The air seemed charged with an unspoken revelation, and Faelan turned to them with a gaze that held both mystery and purpose.