Loyal Knight Block Tales Novels & Stories

Doors started to appear once more in front of her, with their intricate designs and marks that tell the personality of their owner, the book opens and flips its pages once again, as she reads the profile. “The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. 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. An in-line family of Hunters and once holder and known blood tied to Daniela’s perfect ‘SHE’. He is the imperfect-perfect counterpar

“Kneel on the bed,” Lord Edmund commanded, his thumb tracing slow, sensual circles along my spine. I was so mesmerized by the heat of his body and the sheer presence of him that I barely registered his words. My mind had gone hazy with need. “You love making me repeat myself, don’t you?” His voice dropped lower, darker, more dangerous. “I said knees. Now.” The snap in his tone sent a fresh throb straight to my core. I scrambled off his lap and crawled onto the massive bed, kneeling with my back to him. It was difficult with my wrists still bound behind me, but I managed, pressing my forehead against the cool silk sheets.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

In a real emergency, a knight can be deployed faster than a hundred soldiers, so a few militia are enough to maintain order and prevent beasts. This is also the reason why Baron Lorient firmly believes that after the 'Fireball Technique' has caused casualties and chaos, one Knight leading the troops is enough to defeat the enemy. But he forgot Christine. The image of the knight found online and the knight's armour in this book are thicker and more defensive.

I played my games carefully, slowly anticipating the moment, and now I have my laurel, Raymond. “You're a master in this game, Alana,” I mumbled, slowly drifting into wonderland.

That someday, my knight in shining armor would come and rescue me from the pains of my broken heart, change my stubborn beliefs about love, regain my faith in myself, and make me trust in love again. And even though he came in a shiny package, it didn’t really matter. Because he made me believe that I… was absolutely worth it!

I chuckled dryly. “Your highness, I am sure our pack will warmly welcome you. If her highness the luna permits, can this knight present you with a lucky charm?” Arki asked. “A lucky charm?” Arki had my full attention. Anything that could help me relax at that moment. “Yes, your highness. In the darkest times in my life, this helped me stay strong and always look forward to life,” Arki fetched out a golden knight’s badge. It had the design of a rose pierced by two swords in a cross. He held the tip of a sword and presented it to me.

As the sun rose, a group of people approached. In their lead was an elderly man wearing a golden robe. He wielded an illuminating two-meter-long sword with mysterious-looking patterns carved on it. Behind the elderly man were eight knights in golden robes. As the elderly man neared, many stood up and gazed at him. He was Koehler Keyes, the leader of the Knights and the wielder of Excalibur, the faith of all knights. He was also ranked second on the Elysian Ranking.

For it to be fair match Yom was given a proper rest. "Everyone bow down and hail the king" said the knight, everyone present bowed, Athen knew it was his time to win this competition and become Balak's bodyguard, he was already regretting on a thought of working for his enemy, Balak came to the competition, he was carrying his sword with him and was wearing his crown "Let's start the fight and see who is biggest warrior" he said excitedly.

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.