Royal Knights Black Clover Novels & Stories

After all, I was his mate. "Could you elaborate on that?" I inquired, curiosity seeping into my voice. "I'm sorry, but I cannot disclose that information. It is not within my authority to reveal anything," I expressed apologetically. I nodded once more, comprehending the notion that royal families harbor numerous undisclosed secrets concealed from the public eye. As I shifted my gaze towards Black, a profound sadness emanated from his countenance. Despite being a Knight, he exuded an aura of gentleness and kindness.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

While Castaline lives freely, a man stood unnoticeable infront of the slided crowds of the Adilara Kingdom with 2 knights in a black uniform following him around with his full body covered in dark cloak. The knights that follows him suddenly they stood in silence to gather there wit to ask. "Duke, we should head back to the castle, his majesty has been eyeing on your every moves since last month, we couldn't afford to be seen suspicious on our own territory." They mumbled in bravery but deep inside those brave hearts was a unholy guilt and fear.

Mami ask coming into the room in her sky blue swiss lace that's sawn to a normal free gown and thanks to me for the design. "And here comes the Queen" I said with a giggle while curtseying. "Wait" Sultana said while looking at us through the mirror "Are you sure Dad is not gonna be here". I burst in to a hysterical laughter while Mami said "Sultana when did I became mates with you?" "Wow, you are indeed our queen" we all turn to the source of the voice and found the prince standing by the door. I stares at him wearing just the clothes I choose for him. white kaftan with cap and a rose gold wrist watch with golden colored cover shoes.

The nightmares started again, the palace never truly slept, even at the third hour of the night when the kingdom of Anaktora was swallowed in shadow and silence, king Aaron sat alone in his chambers trembling because the dreams were coming again and this time more scary. It always started the same way. Atlas was standing in the Royal hall dressed in the full regalia of a crown Prince to be, the nobles were there watching. Even the council, the entire Court held its breath as Atlas walked into the hall holding hands with a man. Atlas bowed in front of his father, reached out and took the man’s hands and kissed him in front of everyone.

"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

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

His polished ceremonial uniform was black velvet edged with silver; the crest of the Knight Command gleamed on the clasp at his shoulder. His eyes found mine instantly, steady and unreadable, and the air between us seemed to tighten. When the Queen rose, the murmurs died. “Rebecca Rosewyn,” She said, her voice carrying with practiced ease, “you stand before the Crown in acceptance of a bond that will unite you with the Knight Commander. This is not merely a union of two souls, but an accord between your craft and the throne’s will.” My palms were damp. Somewhere behind me, Maddie gave a subtle nod, as if to remind me I could still breathe.