Orc Chan And Knight Kun Novels & Stories

the Lycan corrected. My pulse pounded in my ears. Crescent House, the throne image from earlier flashed in my mind again. Stone pillars and Silver crest. “I don’t remember any of this,” I said. “You were not meant to,” Ethan replied. His voice softened, just slightly. “You were sealed before your first shift.” The clearing reacted audibly this time. A murmur and a ripple. Ryan’s face drained of color. “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” the Lycan asked.

I heard a sound and then a voice that sounded like a machine said: "Access Denied. Captain Kael needs you to use your information to get in.” "Damn it!" I slammed my fist against the steel door. I was really mad. "Open the door! Let me out of here!" "You are wasting your energy, rookie." His deep voice was like a knife. It cut through the silence. I turned around. My back was pressed hard against the locked door. Orion came out from the shadows of the kitchen lounge next to us. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit that made him look really big and strong. He was a guy about 6'3" tall. His dark hair was combed nicely; his face was sharp. His blue eyes were looking right at me. Orion did not lo

They are using their elemental powers, so it's normal for them to pant early. After Von recovered, he crouched and place his palms against the curved ground. In just a snap, a thousand white ice knights were summoned surrounding him and facing Kai. All of them are carrying white luxurious swords. "Go, eliminate that guy in front of you, now!" Von stated with his deep and attractive voice.

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

Annie is panting practically, making me nauseous on his scent. I see the warriors behind him, waiting for his signal. He must be high up in command. He looks strong and powerful, maybe a Gamma or a warrior chief or something. “He’s handsome as hell Dana”. Annie… Now is not the time and shit, he has my knife in his shoulder. Annie freezes… “you bladed our mate you bitch”. I scoff, yeah well I didn’t know he was mid air.. Besides, the last thing I need is a man telling me what to do.

Only this Lycan Tattoo is your true companion! Amongst the Lycans, there were sub-classes. The Lycan Cart Driver wasn't an ordinary Lycan but the Lycan Knight. At a young age of 28, he managed to win the title of Lycan Knight. He was Lycan Knight Owen who was second in rank next to the Lycan King Gian and also the one next to even more powerful Lycan for whom the title of the king would solely not do justice, Lycan Lucas!

From behind, an ice lotus sword stroke shot out freezing all the demons who were just about to attack and raise their weapons. "Ki Janggan Nayantaka! Once you tell me to do something stupid like that, I'll eat your head alive!" Dewi Sari Kencana had just appeared and immediately approached them.

Nikolai asks me, he sounded all serious, I decided to answer him just as serious. “The godfather cucumber has been playing both sides against each other ordering the red apples to attack and destroy the green apples supplies of coffee. The head of the green apples who is married to the devil fruit both swear to keep their angel fruit out off what is going on. The angel fruit finds out what's going on calls her friends to help they come with their melted chocolate for torture! For torture I’m telling you!” I explain to him, it’s what I understood form Paul plus some of mine, I’m not that stupid after all. “What the…” Devil says while Paul laugh his bum off at us, he’s the one who started this

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

What is happening right now? Before I know it, I was standing in front one of the knights for a duel after Carl said so. I know that Lancelot is good at swordsmanship, but I am Sakamaki Yuu, a normal Japanese person who only know how to play basketball and dodgeball before I became disabled, I have NEVER touched a cooking knife much more or less a sword?! I might kill myself rather than the enemy! “Uhm, you are...” “It’s Adam, Master Lancelot.”