Samhain Knights の小説・ストーリー

Amber smiled "Have you heard of spells like that...? You should have?" Villa saw in her face the indication of being correct, but? Could it be? Long before the Cross existed there was a group of men and women who wielded a great ancient magic, Drakkon to men, and Drakania to the women, serving under the very King Arthur himself, they were known as the knights of the round table. "As I said" Amber winked "It will all be made clear, ex huntress of the big six" *** Rebecca sat back after she saw the car drove away, subconsciously wiping a tear.

Instead, he kept his eyes only on me and strode in my direction with purpose. “Why did you come back!?” I whisper-shouted in horror. He gave me a funny look and placed my purse on the table. “Shall we all sit down and get to know each other?” Ruth announced, tugging my brother towards the couch. I looked up at Gray pleadingly but I wasn't sure What I was asking. He tugged me towards the settee and the four of us sat opposite to one another. “Jonathan. This is Gray, he's my…sex buddy?” I clamped my mouth shut, eyes widening in horror. I didn't mean to say it out loud. Ruth cackled loudly, and Gray sent me an amused look my way.

"And here I thought sarcasm was your primary language." "My second, actually. Smart-assery is my first." Her laugh was more sultry than the cabernet. "Samhain is a time for honoring the dead. It's also for cleansing and releasing. It'll be Kaida's first celebration, too. You'll survive." "Definitely." Kaida wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm looking forward to coming back and doing all the rituals I missed out on." Tension crackled in the stagnant air. Tristan and Brady exchanged a look of dismal understanding before Fiona jumped down Kaida's throat.

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

“This blade was forged to defend the sacred. And it was used to exile the innocent. It will be reforged, just as we must be.” Cheers erupted. But then came the shadows. From the western archway, a group of hooded figures emerged. They walked in synchronized silence, their movements sharp, deliberate. The Knights of the Silent Order. Thought to be dismantled after the Bishop’s confession, yet here they stood. Michael narrowed his eyes. “Who dares bring their darkness into the light?” The leader of the knights stepped forward, unveiling her face. It was Sister Varya, once the commander of the Order, long believed to have perished during the first insurrection.

“And this Black Sanctum coven or whatever? They’re even worse.” “Nah… surely they aren’t that bad.” Dublin shook his head, pulling up a list and a picture of what looked like two wolves devouring each other in an endless loop. “They’re into some bad shit. Apparently, Black Sanctum is heavily into some occult shit, like magic and voodoo and such. Wolfnapping, ritualistic killings, murder. This isn’t some back alley Arabian Prince we’d be swindling; these are people who could kill us and know how to do it as well.”

“The Cú Sídhe have always been weak and very predictable. Follow the old ways, protect the old places…only to make it easy for us to find.” I made a little peep around the stone and saw this strange person we were hiding from – a man in a dark coat, his face hidden by a hood. In his hand, he held a silver spear, its tip gleaming with an unnatural light even in the dim forest. On his chest, pinned to his cloak, was a symbol I’d seen in the journal – a silver knight holding a spear piercing a wolf’s heart. The Order of the Silver Knight.

Hugh read out loud for Annie’s benefit. “The white cross on black background is the emblem for a group called the ‘Knights of the Magdalene’,” he started, “Have you heard of them?” Annie shook her head and grabbed her lap top to look them up. “It says they were born out of the Teutonic Knights, whose emblem is a black cross on a white background, but the Teutonic Knights cut ties with them in 1356 due to the fact that they were becoming increasingly militant. They were the keepers of...” Hugh stopped speaking which made Annie look up at him. “What Hugh, keepers of the what?” urged Annie, not liking the look of horror on his face.

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.