Re Zero Knight Novels & Stories

"W-wait! Where are you going?" "To that wretched dam." "THEY ARE KNIGHTS. YOU'RE making the honorable knights do the construction." Tori's deadpan voice snapped Zeno who was following her silently ever since they left the Rozenreff estate. The moonlight was helping the knights with the construction but the torches around them aided them as well. Clad in her infamous baggy coat with her hood on, Tori was watching the construction site from the sideline with Zeno in tow. "You are using the knights. What are you hiding?"

Jackson asked curiously. “I believe it’s a bit too early Jackson and as for the question to your answer, no,” Zero responded as he gazed right into Jackson’s eyes. Green met blue and the blue orbs trembled from the power within those green eyes. Dead or not, touching a lion’s tell was paramount to committing suicide, and facing Zero always gave him those feelings. “Alright, you may leave.” “Okay.” *** “I feel so much better, what the heck this definitely had something more to it than sleeping! Is the bed special or something?” Dina chattered excitedly.

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

Nate jabs his elbow mercilessly direct on Killer's exposed ribcage, hitting hard as much as he can. The crowd goes haywire, chanting Nate's nickname as he pummels again and again into Killer, the both of them grunting and struggling against each other on the ground. Killer is obviously gassing out, his squirms growing sloppier with each strike of Nate's elbow. He shifts, his exposed rib side unable to continue absorbing more of Nate's blows anymore. Instantly, Nate pulls out his other leg and subdues Killer into a chokehold, clamping his arms around Killer's neck and pulling hard.

I pulled the coat down, standing naked, just like I'd done in the cage. He closed his eyes, fists clenched to the side, puzzling me for just a few seconds. I didn't want to dwell on this, on the past, by comparing him to the Lysander I thought I knew. If I did, I would be too occupied to remember my plans.. Just like it had happened that first night when he almost forced me to suck him off, I was about to do it now. The only difference was who held the reins. I got down on my knees and touched the front of his slacks. He jumped back in shock. “Zeph! What are you doing?” Gulping, he placed an enough distance between us, eyes wide like a kid who was asked to do something outrageous.

She didn’t hesitate: she fired. A bolt of violet lightning arced from the lance’s tip, striking the first knight’s grav-armor. The crystal filaments seared, and the knight’s rig jolted, releasing its suction grapple. He plummeted past Vera, arms flailing before vanishing into the abyss below. The second knight spun, firing a sidearm—but Vera ducked under the swing and stabbed the lance’s tip into his pauldron. Another surge of violet fire ripped through circuitry; the knight’s suit convulsed, collapsing in a riot of sparks.

My mind refused to accept them, even as the letters burned into me like fire. “Report: Five knights dispatched under Her Majesty’s command. Target: Rosewyn Shop. Objective: Eliminate dissent. Destroy all records and assets. Leave nothing intact. Fire: Set. Flames consumed both structure and evidence. Casualties: Confirmed. Innocents affected—one life lost: Isabelle Rosewyn. Knight Gideon Malik: Present, operating under the command of Commander Alden. Participated in mission. Fulfilled assigned duty." The words blurred. I couldn’t breathe. The parchment slipped from my hands and fluttered to the ground. My knees followed. The surface was unyielding, but I barely felt the impact against me.

【Training the pet (×) Intimidating a rival (√)】 【He really pretended nothing happened and just stepped on Jackson’s neck for no reason. 【We should totally award him with Oscars.】 【Zero: As long as I live, all of you are side pieces.】 Zero had barely finished speaking when Dominus exploded into action. His ears sharpened into beast ears, his body shifted, and he lunged at Zero. As a certified romance-brain, I really wanted to suggest they take it to the dance studio and work it out there. But before I could say a word, something tightened around my waist. My vision flipped. By the time I registered what happened, I was already pinned against a window.

She shouted, Kevin also looked at the back and found that Jenny was not with them. RK was coming closer and blinking his eyes many times, he wiped his eyes with his suit's sleeves and said: "My friend has already caught her, now it's your turn." Kevin and Sohu were stepping backward. Kevin said in his disguise voice "You should help your friend because he is not compatible with Jenny without a gun because she knows combat, she had black belt." RK smiled devilishly and said, "At the moment you should worry about yourself instead of my friend, and by the way, my friend also knows fighting skills, he is the 6th degree black belt."