Novel & Cerita Novel Knights

the knight continued. The king nodded. "Escort them inside." Adrian's pulse quickened. The plot wasn't following the novel anymore. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. The massive doors slowly opened. Several figures entered. Nobles. Guards. Diplomats. Then Adrian saw him. And forgot how to breathe. A Tall, Elegant Man. Dressed entirely in black. Long dark hair cascaded over broad shoulders. Crimson eyes glowed like burning embers. His features were breathtakingly beautiful.

Could it have been something that was normal where I came from? "The king attempted that first, but the church wouldn't have it." Wilson responded. "As I was saying," he went on. "The war broke out between Allsbrook and the holy knights; things seemed to be in favor of the Allsbrook kingdom, that is, until the great mage got involved." "Great mage?" Was this great mage supposed to be some type of all-powerful being?

Quietly, snow fell over the landscape made up of jagged rocks that shot off from the mountain side and the powder like whiteness kissed the emerald needles of the massive pine trees but it was the bodies of my own knights that started to haunt my body, my mind, and my soul. Taking a heavy step forward, all of my senses seemed to have abandoned me; I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t feel- Hell, I was surprised I could see and take in sight. One of my youngest knights, Nicholas, who I only saw a few minutes ago stabbing the life out of a Northern Whisper was now laying motionless upon the snowy ground; his chest cavity still bleeding out, intestines ripped violently from their home and pulled through

Every step, every strike, every dodge was calculated. He spotted the first wave of Knights advancing, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. His R8 brothers were scattered behind him, forming defensive flanks, snarling and baring teeth as the shapeshifters lunged at the advancing threat. *** From the terraces, some nobles and citizens watched with bated breath. Cheers erupted for Kael as he bested the first few Knights with lethal grace. Others still clutched their banners, hoping the heir apparent would fail and remind the kingdom of its King’s iron will.

The knights are out but from the renovation it is obvious they would be back. Moving with my head hanging low and my hands folded I stumbled upon an iron surface, a ting of pain as I looked up , meeting with that of an emerald pair, the face void of a smile. Anakim, the one who seems to despise the sight of me. The iron surface, his knights' regalia. In a world filled with foes he has managed to top them all. He never hesitates to cast me the deadliest glares, he wasn't the most delighted to hear of the news of me becoming a Royal's closest maid servant.

The red knights; knight with a red flush painted on their armor, created to protect the king and queen till their death marched in spiking anticipation in the hearts of thousands. They dropped a letter before my father who opened it quickly and read before he stared at me and banged on the table loud. The members of the court took the letter, reading it as few gasped while others hid their head in shame. “Arrest them immediately and deal with the situation!” Father said as his eyes closed in pain before the red knights scattered. They headed towards me as August wrapped his arms around me gaining the knights curiosity before he walked past us to Lord Alfred who gasped in shock.

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

Gavin frowned. "He said we're just going to find the princess." Their eyes widened when they heard. "Princess?" They asked at the same time, Gavin nodded. "I'll explain later, but what does that person say that you just have to play to find Sera?" Zera said. He was really confused and didn't think that the people he met earlier were willing to kill. Nash and Clayton looked serious. "You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only about finding her, this game is about killing." Clayton said. Zera gulped at what she heard and the men clenched their fists.

"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

And the first step is to stop obsessing over him. I am awakened by the loud knock on my apartment door. I sat up groggily and felt for my phone under my pillow and saw that the time reads ten pm. As I crept out of my bed and towards the kitchen passing by the living room to get to the door, the pounding gets louder and louder which brings me a sense of panic. Somehow the sound of the knocking is unfamiliar to my ears which is ridiculous because it's just knocking. Scolding myself for being paranoid, I went ahead and pulled the door revealing two unknown men who looked so out of place. Standing in the pristine-looking corridor with leather jackets and gloves on their hands. We stared at each