Royal Knights Resolve Novels & Stories

Their assignment now is to protect Princess Ariana from threats, spies, and assassins. Because of the outgoing war against Allemagna, the knights in the Capital are understaffed. They can only accommodate sending the two for the assignment. As the carriage goes outside the gates, the two knights grow vigilant. Their hostile aura reaches the two royals. The royals reassure them, telling them to relax and that they will be safe from all harm. The knights feel irony saying that they should be the ones to say those words. But the royals just smile which finally calms the two down.

I hummed in response and said, "Well done, if you were unable to make the killing, then you would have been dismissed from the Order of the Reveldron Knighthood bearing the crime of defying the direct orders of the monarch." She visibly paled even further when she heard my words, almost gaining the countenance of an undead ghost. "This humble knight shall never again dare to disobey His Majesty's direct orders. Thanking Your Majesty for being benevolent enough to take mercy on this meek knight." She knelt even lower as she expressed her gratitude for the pardon. I only hummed in turn and said, "Now return to your respective beds and let the royal doctor take care of you. There is no longer a

Still pinning Raven's wrists on the door, Knight trailed his other hand up and down Raven's back before rubbing on the back of Raven's neck as Raven ground himself into Knight's knee softly with a satisfied moan. "Greedy little wolf," Knight chuckled, his hand trailed down all the way until he reached Raven's rare end, "It's gonna be a problem with your rebel when you join my pack." "Sounds like that's YOUR problem." Raven curved his lips as reached Knight's cock and caressed over its tip teasingly. "Then I better get on with it." Knight backed away his knee and Raven landed on the floor, "Lesson one, little rebel, I always make true of my words."

Prince Clyde picked it up, smiled and went back to his kingdom. ************ A tall, muscular man, dressed in Kuhan's Knight's armor barged in the King's court. "Your majesty!!!" He called out and bowed a bit. "What's the problem Sir Earl?" The king asked, Earl is the commander of the Kuhan Knights. "The seal, it has been stolen!" "That's impossible" The King said, standing up from his throne. "It has been deactivated and stolen your majesty, we met dead bodies of our knights and those of other knights who we couldn't identify." Earl said King Emmett felt dizzy instantly and fainted

A roar exploded from Bruce. Not an ordinary wolf's roar. Not even an Alpha's. The sound shook the fucking cabin. Alpha Tobias's warriors immediately lowered themselves. Lenden's head dropped. Even Kornell paused and bowed instinctively before catching himself. Royal authority thundered through Bruce's voice. The roar of a King. Then Bruce saw Ryan. And I lost him. We launched ourselves across the room. Ryan was already on the floor beneath Kornell and Lenden, struggling to complete his shift. He looked at us.

Olivia came running into Martina's arms. Thankfully Lorenzo recovered faster than expected all because of medicines Drystan gave him. Right now Drystan was standing outside her chamber, doing his duty as guardian knight. Months passed by, and finally the day of the royal Ball party arrived. It was a function arranged for knights who won the battle, for celebrating the long ruling of emperor Martina Steele Ragnar . The royal knight order and black knight orders arrived in the ballroom with their partners. The nobles and elders with their wives arrived.

A knight promptly dropped to one knee, presenting a thick parchment scroll. “Everyone, bear witness. I shall read aloud the decree from His Majesty.” Instantly, all the accompanying knights dropped to their knees. Even the Count dismounted his horse; the old man sneered, leaning heavily against his cane as he bent one knee into the snow. Kaelus was entirely reluctant, but in the presence of an imperial decree, he had no choice but to dismount. The snow beneath his boots seemed to yield as the Northern ruler was forced to kneel before his sworn enemies.

He shot him a death glare and cursed, “Ugh! You- you damn bast-” "We're at war with each other, moron." The royal knight smirked evilly while raising his sword again to finish off the rebel in front of him, but, PLOP! “EUGH!” The short scream of the royal knight as his body sank into the ground and only left his head on the ground. “This! What's this!" Fuschia landed on the ground. She gave a cold stare to the royal knight whose head looked like a ball ready to be kicked.

"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

Technically, Victory did lose something last night. Based on how sated his body felt this morning when he awoke, the nakedness of both their bodies and a small spatter of blood on the duvet, it only pointed to one thing of which he was very sure of. Victory's cherry finally popped and he appears to be the unwilling volunteer for this momentous event. "Erm, Mr. Knight, did we.. Erm.. Did we.. Erm.." She stammered. Her eyes wild as the reality started to sink in.