Red Knight Shield Novels & Stories

They are quicker than I am, leaping through the air with their long, thin legs. “There's no time. Tell me you have the cure?” “I do, brother. I will find you even if it's the last thing I do. I. Will. Find. YOU!!” He snarls with conviction. I come to a halt as I glance upwards to see a Rion leaping over my head, landing on his feet in front of me. He adorns the traditional Rion gold-plated armor with a helmet to match. A black plume runs through the center of the helmet, indicating that he is a Knight of the Royal family. He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands.

But the besieged had not yet been destroyed, and the Gate had not yet been conquered. Numerous enemies stood in its way, while on the other half of the plain, additional armies remained unconquered. The core principle was south of the road, and the knights were grouped around their chieftain's flag there. And she glanced out, and in the dimming light, she saw the Town's banner, which was well ahead of the conflict and surrounded by few troops. Then she was seized with red rage and yelled aloud, and she rushed against with the trusty steed and the green with the enormous crush of men, presenting her banner, black serpent against crimson, and indeed the dragging of the bladed weapons was like

“Same thing.” The bond hummed in Elena’s chest. Kael was below, checking the last of the barricades. Even without looking, she felt his focus—sharp, cold, ready. “Eyes up,” Ryn said, dropping down beside them. Her red hair was tied back, blades strapped to her thighs. “They’re here.” Elena didn’t need to ask who. The air had changed. It was heavier now, like a storm rolling in. Through the trees, banners appeared. Black and silver. The Dravok crest, but fractured. Three blades crossed over a broken crown.

"They aren't marching to war, Soren. Look at their banners." Through the shimmering heat-signature of the high canopy, the embassy emerged. They did not move with the chaotic, wet frenzy of the blood-born, nor did they carry the heavy iron weapons of the shifters. They rode massive, pale-gray steeds that didn't leave a single hoofprint in the wet heather. The knights wore armor meticulously forged from silver oak—lightweight, impenetrable, and humming with a cold, ancient enchantment that deflected the natural shadows of the forest. Above them billowed the pristine, silk banners of the High Courts, displaying the ancient crest of the Tuatha Dé Danann from a time before humanity had ever lear

"Am I going to die anytime soon? For my son to visit me it must mean you have nothing doing," "Father, Peace of the goddess be with you," he knelt before his father. His father sat on his throne, which is a chair made of different metals ranging from Gold, Iridium, Osmium, Bronze and steel. It also has diamonds used in some places for adornment. His father's throne is nearly five feet tall. "Is there peace for me at this age?" He asked, looking at Audolf. Audolf remained silent. "See? Even my brother knows. Leowulf, you see these 43 seats here, they belong to the main Alphas and other Alphas wait for the information from these Alphas." The Ultimate Alpha said.

As they went along, more and more people could be seen gathered outside from the window. Looking at the knights standing upright in line, the color contrast was enough to easily distinguish between the White Eagle Knights and the Black Viper Knights. The white and gold colored uniforms of the White Eagle and the black and navy colored uniforms of the Black Viper Knights gave off different feelings. There were several priests wearing uniforms with the insignia of Helios, including Maria. Since Maria and one of her friends, Celine, were the only priests coming from the temple of Lichelle, they should report to the commander right away that they had arrived.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.

He said again, animatedly, coming down from the saddle, and leaning against the parapet that separated the arena, and showing his excessive concern for his friend who came back limping, pale, biting his lips in pain, and pressing with despair of the foot, so that at his insistence the others agreed to relieve him of the weight of armor and shields loosened the straps so that the trousers covered at the wrists were much too sought after by the painters, that dark red from which the Renaissance capitalized on them in their paintings famous. The short break was coming to an end and the two returned, tugging at their swords and twisting them to create the wonderful impression of the ladies who c

Rage said quietly, showing him the mark. Draven’s jaw tightened. The coin bore Corvin’s royal crest — a black falcon with two crossed swords. The room erupted in noise. Shouts. Accusations. Some of the Moonfang warriors jumped from their seats, growling. Liora pressed a hand to her stomach and tried to steady her breathing. Draven’s hand came down on her shoulder, firm and protective. Rage raised his voice over the noise. “Silence!” The hall went still again.