Royal Knights Black Clover Novels & Stories

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

“But… it’s… I don’t mean you disrespect, Rayla! Luna knows, I would never…” “Oh, but this is MY Pack now” I assured her. One of my clawed fingers traced lazily along her clavicle. “You have shown massive disrespect to the foundations my Pack is built on, Courtning, and therefor to all of us. Normally I would’ve preferred to settle this indoors, and without violence - but you chose to do this here, now, and you chose to do it with a knife.”

He threw back his head and laughed. "I also don't like formalities," He told me after he had recovered. "Adeia and I both hate being royal." "Hate is a strong word, Cisses." "Fine then. Adeia and I dislike having royal blood," He emphasized the dislike so much, I couldn't help but giggle. I liked Cisses quite a lot. From how he stood to how he spoke, he didn't give me much of a royal vibe. I didn't feel like I was talking to Prince but as if I was speaking to a close family member.

"They can be hurt! They're not above you! They've done everything in their power to make you feel weak! Powerless! But look at this, the prince who spat on the very people he claimed to be superior of. He was taken by those very same people he claimed to be weak! He is groveling, begging, writhing in agony crying like any other creature capable of shedding tears! They're not gods!" A knight came rushing into the room looking to be even more pale than the royal family's running directly to Brock caring nothing for the looks he was receiving and began whispering in Brock's ear. Each word the man whispered made Brock's stomach churned more and more. "You must be joking?" The knight shook his he

Today was the day we were sailing to the island Formentera and we had also packed the day before, taking pieces of clothes for a least a month because that was the period of the month that was the period of journey to be taken. We bid the royal family bye as we entered the ship with our belongings being carried by the royal crew. I had worn a sailor’s outfit - a seersucker blazer with a pair of cotton pants and smart sailing jacket in royal blue not missing the coat to complete the outfit. Zack in turn had worn the same outfit but, his coat was black and no blue like mine. He looked noble and attractive, at the same time seductive but that was where it ended. I had untangled my hands from h

“Alpha, isn’t this too grand? What about the Silvermoon Clan—” “I said go!” Kaelen snapped, cutting him off sharply. Bruno dared not argue further. He bowed and left to carry out the order. An hour later. An unprecedented commotion erupted on Blackrock City’s main street. Twelve fully armed royal knights, riding jet-black stallions, escorted a luxurious golden-edged carriage as it rumbled to a halt in front of a shabby inn. The inn’s sign, painted with a green leaf, was a lowly outpost of the Windchaser Merchant Guild in Blackrock City.

The line went dead before I could even grunt “okay.” I stared at the phone for a second, thumb hovering over the redial. Damn it. I keep forgetting to tell the king about what I found about the symbol on the princess’s arm. The one he told me to investigate a few days ago. The black rose. I’d dug into it some days back, searched through our archives and finally traced it. The black rose wasn’t some random symbol. It belonged to the Shadowthorn Pack. A pack the former King himself had banished years ago…back when there were countless attacks on the royal family.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

"She is not dead yet. I paid you for nothing" a man in a black cloak growled at another man. Both the men are wearing black cloaks, and are having a heated discussion under the blanket of darkness in a remote place. "She is not just anyone. She is the queen of the Raven clan. If the Raven prince gains a hint of our betrayal, he will kill us with his bare hands. Haste will only ruin our plan" the other one snapped right back, not caring that the man with whom he is speaking holds power in the royal court.