Medievil Sir Daniel Fortesque Novels & Stories

Dante inquired in a tone that made both the men understand that Dante is expecting a positive reply. Daniel is not in a position to offend Dante, atleast not yet. Daniel uses Creekwood port for transportation of his goods. So without Dante's support, he would lose millions and a safe passage for their illegal goods. So reluctantly Daniel had to agree. "Ofcourse" he murmured. Daniel expected Dante to appreciate his concern. But things didn't turn out the way Daniel expected. Dante looked composed, as if these rumors didn't faze him at all. "Good" Dante replied before pulling out his gun and aiming at Daniel's men who were standing guard near the door. One of them was heard taking Serene's nam

Daniel ducked, his reflexes razor-sharp as he sidestepped the attack and drove his sword straight through the man’s ribs. The knight let out a gurgled cry before slumping to the ground. Looking at this the remaining enemies hesitated now, reassessing the situation. “Who are you?” Master Yi asked, his voice calm despite the chaos. Daniel didn’t answer. He had no intention of explaining himself. Instead, he turned to the last knight standing. The man’s grip on his sword wavered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Daniel took a step forward. The knight bolted.

Every turn in the castle corridors revealed a piece of its rich history, providing a sense of grandeur and solemnity as one explored the royal domains. Pausing in front of the dining room door, I felt Allan's presence behind me. "Are you sure about this, King Liam? I can inform Morphez and Vallen that you are unwell, suggesting they meet you tomorrow morning," Allan suggested. "I will need to face them at some point. Let it be now," I replied, pushing the door open. Morphez and Vallen sat at the table, facing each other, their conversation temporarily halted. As they rose from their seats, both Daniel and Vallen greeted me with a respectful bow. Daniel, a man marked by the passage of time, e

"Now, now, c'mon. We don't have to fight, do we. We've always been close." "You traitor!" I snapped. "You have killed a lot of men tonight than anyone has ever done in a day! What makes you think you're welcome here to make your stupid villain speech!" "Oh, I am not here to do that. I have pretty much done everything I wanted. From planting Esmeralda to poison your brother to having my men attack him while I come here to finish you up." He cocked his head to the side as Daniel snarled. "You know, from the moment I stepped foot into this palace, all I have wanted to do was take you all down. I didn't think it was going to be possible, but I had grit. Look at us here today. I have you all in t

The Curse King’s motives were still unclear, but it was terrifying to know he had been marked by such a monster. He glanced over at Sara, watching her as she sat confidently with her saber at her side. She seemed to know so much about the Curse King. Then again, it made sense—she was the disciple of Gareth Swordbane, also known as the Sword Demon, a legendary figure in his own right. Danial’s thoughts were interrupted when Sara leaned forward and patted his shoulder. Pain shot through his body, and he yelped, grimacing as he looked up at her. As Danial mulled over these thoughts, lost in admiration and curiosity, Sara suddenly leaned forward and patted him on the shoulder. The sudden pressur

Hana said. “You will be; how can the Second Prince sentence his benefactor for offering him a Spirit Sprite?” Daniel stated. “What? You told him?” Hana asked, surprised but not surprised. “Why else would he be interested in a mere servant if I didn’t tell him of her unique qualities,” Daniel said, leaving her staring at him as he left the area. “What did he promise in return?” Hana called out. “Why, Divine Stones of coarce,” Daniel replied and was gone.

She questioned her sight as she spotted someone who bore a striking resemblance to Daniel. He possessed striking handsomeness, standing tall with a strong physique reminiscent of Daniel's. He wore a sleek black coat, matching trousers, and military-style boots, emanating a commanding presence. His neatly groomed short hair added to his allure, giving him a touch of charm. What truly distinguished him were his eyes—beautiful, deep, and bright. Daniel approached and retrieved the ice from his colleague. With a grin, he said, "This stash could land someone a hefty sentence." Sienna's certainty grew as he heard his voice. It was unmistakably Daniel. Overcome with shock, she trembled uncontrollab

His reply was sharp, unbothered on the surface but something in his tone coiled tight. “Someone you shouldn’t bother about.” Daniel smirked. “Ohh. One of your boy toys. This one’s really pretty.” He extended his hand toward me, glass still in the other. “Hi there, pretty boy. I’m Dani.” Lucien didn’t say a word, but the air thickened around us like warning heat. I slipped my hand into Daniel’s before Lucien could snap. His palm was warm, grip light. “Hi Dani,” I said, letting my mouth run. “I’m a toy, according to you.”

Here we go, she mused before they get ready for the ball that will change Caroline’s life forever. ***** “Viscount Vyckos as I live and breathe,” Lord Hurst said as he was coming to greet Daniel when he just arrived from his fortress that was known by all in Stonelockteco. “And you have been well, Lord Hurst,” Daniel said as he was smiling at the old man. Then, he went to greet other guests as Daniel was taking a flute of champagne that he knew was not blood-laced. It was not that he could not drink it but Daniel would prefer it if there was blood in it. It would keep his demon in check before he went into a frenzied moment. He was wandering around aimlessly as he was waiting for Lady Caroli

Daniel felt the lady behind him tensed – he stood in front of her like a shield; "What if I say I don't want to live without her?" Daniel said as he holds her hand. The sudden appearance of the French hulk proved him that the lady was in big trouble than he assumed she was but above all the way the man eyed the lady made him want to rip every limb of his body; "Tsk, Tsk, If that’s what you wish for then I would be happy to oblige it" Daniel’s murderous thoughts were interrupted by the man himself as he points the pistol;