Novel & Cerita Red Knight

The way she’s asking me not to leave her, I’ll never leave her, she’s the only light I have in the darkness I call my life, I chose my life, but I always craved the light, even before I met her, I knew I needed her in my life, one way or another, she was to be mine. I dropper her back at home, I didn’t want to leave her, but work was calling things aren’t going well for me, I still had to deal with the one who calls themselves pure bloods, they are making themselves more known now, they are trying to leave a mark, make themselves known, try to show everyone how strong they are, a pain in the arse really. Add to that the Irish who got in troubles for losing Devil, they were going to sell her

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

“Keep the line crooked. Kings hate untidy pictures.” General Kael rode with the easy grace of a man who had never been told no by a mirror. His horse was a gray gelding with a scar down the flank and manners better than his rider’s. Kael wore armor that had never seen a pageant, dull steel, practical buckles, no flourish, but over it he had thrown a cloak of wolf-fur dyed a tasteful night. On his head no crown, only a band of black leather set with a small iron sigil: a crescent cracked in two.

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.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Kristen asked curiously, afraid that Arkyn wasn't going to let her go, she needed him to let her go. “Yes.” Arkyn said, looking to the side of him so he could see Kristen. “Alpha what should i do if i find her.” Kristen said, her eyes scanning him as she looked at him. “Bring her to me, if she has made it out of the pack land…let her go.” Arkyn said, as he looked at Kristen he saw what Garold was talking about. Her left eye was gold. The color of Alice’s. What was going on here? He pretended to not notice as he turned back to look at Garold.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

"One." Tegan shifts back into reality with his hand gripping the hilt of his blade. A faint glow of purple envelopes within the incased suit of metal but his eyes never leave the fleeing pirate. Salavanta races across the rooftop of the animal hide building. The point of her sword trails along the wooden roof which makes a dreadful sound that surges through the stale air. The metal on bark reverberation catches the attention of the town folk. The comer attire of the people has fainted color robes unless they were selling out of a stall or market, those people wore shirts and pants with a cloth material that is loose on their bodies. The women wore the robes but some of the business owners wo

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h