Loretta Knight Of The Haligtree Novels & Stories

Multiple heart seekers rush into the forest, stomping on the broken woods and splitting the blades of grass. The ground shakes from the rushing heart seekers. The stamped has so much force that the grass and dirt elevate before crashing back down. Among the creatures in the forest, two pairs of feet rush on a trail. Sticks and rocks along with metal boots bash on the ground. Both creatures wear a black knight suit itched with golden outlines along the shoulders and torso. Their armor looks thin as opposed to heavy alterations of a traditional knight plate mail but what separates tradition is the animal helms and the mechanical goggles. One of the helms is in the shape of a wolf, sculpt perfe

This was the heirs' livery, and no one wore it today in Sharrveneil except the fortress guards in front of the waterfall, where the largest enormous tree formerly grew. It appeared that word of their arrival had already spread, and they were immediately accepted, silently and without question. Legolas moved quickly across the white-paved court. In the morning sun, a beautiful fountain danced, and a sward of vivid green lay around it; but it was in the middle. A dead tree drooped over the pool, and the falling drips dropped regretfully back into the pure water from its barren and broken limbs. Charlotte glanced at it as she rushed after Legolas. “What’s our business here?” She asked.

“It smells like rotting flesh or worse.” “It’s the smell of pure evil,” Oliver says behind us. A few more steps and we are encased in the tree, only the light behind us from outside shines. That too disappears as the tree’s trunk closes, trapping the three of us inside. “Shit.” I groan, digging deep to call on the power of the knight hoping my night vision will kick in. I feel the change come forth and slowly I can see in the darkness, just barely. “I can't see anything,” Leneve says, her hand holding mine tighter as she presses her body to mine. I can feel her slightly trembling. “Rhett,” She shakily breathes out. “This isn't right. Something isn't right my magic…”

A few simply remained silent. Cole acknowledged everyone with a calm nod before ascending the ceremonial platform. Ria stood beside him, smiling nonstop. The elders slowly approached, their expressions solemn, none appeared enthusiastic. Yet tradition demanded they perform the rite. The oldest elder stepped forward carrying the ancient Crown of Authority upon a velvet cushion. He looked toward Cole. "According to the customs of our ancestors..." He began. "We gather today beneath the Moon Goddess, to recognize the Alpha who shall guide this pack." His voice echoed across the silent hall.

"I am so sorry I didn't get a chance to greet you earlier. Things were just so hectic with the announcement. Kanya, right? Zane said you're the best secretary he’s ever had. I hope we can be friends. I'm going to be around the office a lot more now." I looked at her and felt a sickening wave of conflict. I wanted to hate her. I wanted to see a villain in those soft eyes, but all I saw was a woman who looked genuinely happy. She was glowing with the kind of peace that only comes from thinking you are loved. She didn't know she was the other woman. She didn't know she was the wrecking ball that had just leveled my entire life. "Hello, Sydney," I said. My throat felt like it was full of glass.

He was halfway down the stairs, and he looked across at Maverick. ‘I told you to put her in a secure room.’ The young King scowled, ‘I made sure it was secure.’ ‘You got your females to do it, didn’t you?’ William held Maverick's gaze, and the other man broke the contact first. Yes, of course I did.’ ‘She’s Xavier Knight’s daughter, and Loretta Fallow taught her all she knows about how to survive in an MC.’ Andy groaned loudly, ‘You mean to tell me it's that pretty young chick who took my bike?’

She was knocked back by the sudden impact. Leila lifted her eyes to see what she had run into. A tall, strong knight with a golden sword and shield was standing before her. His armor shone with a golden light under the bright, hot sun. Her flustered escape caused her to crash into the leader of a squadron of golden knights, ranked as golden dragons, patrolling under the direct command of the royals. Their glistening armor hurt Leila’s eyes. She had never seen anything like it; everything was gray and brown in her aunt’s house. She was amazed by this troop of men. The shield was emblazoned with a fierce dragon, as though it was vividly flapping its monstrous wings on the beautiful piece of we

“Lena, I really hope you know what you’re doing.” She barely heard him. Because from within the rift—something was watching them. A presence. Vast. Ancient. And waiting. The Herald’s words echoed in her mind. You were meant to shape the board. Lena clenched her fists. “I’m not here to be played.” The Rift pulsed in response. Then, a figure stepped forward. Not the Herald. Not a shadow. But something else entirely. A woman—tall and cloaked in swirling darkness, her face veiled in shimmering energy. A crown of shifting metal adorned her head, and when she lifted her gaze to Lena, her eyes burned with the same Riftfire now embedded in Lena’s veins.

Now, she was feeling the aftereffect of her exercise and she was happy for the burn she felt in her limbs. Her jet black hair was tousled as a result of the tossing and turning she did the previous night. She had woken up from a nightmare and for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember what she had dreamt about. Loretta was a succubus, she possessed three entities within her. The first was her dominant trait which was the wolf, the second was her witch traits and the last but not the least was her vampire traits.

The sky overhead was greying with cloud, and the heady perfume of the petrichor released by the earth in promise of rain was sweeter than the other scents of the courtyard – the sweat of the knights in training, the leather, the horse excrement, and the blacksmith’s fire. “Daethie, move!” Tarragon cupped her hands around her mouth and bellowed the order. “Don’t just stand there waiting for the gauntlet to stop for you!” The knights around her laughed and exchanged bets as they joked and vied for her attention. With her golden hair and violet eyes, even clad in armour, Tarragon was an arresting beauty, the delicacy of her features and soft fullness of her lips belying the steely determination