Sonic And The Black Knight Sir Lamorak Novels & Stories

The guy in black made to remove whatever the thing on his back was. “Hey, stop it.” The voice that had halted the man set Sophia’s teeth on edge. It came from a male Knight standing on the underside of a branch of the same tree Zain was sitting in. He had dark hair, a scar on his forehead, and two swords strapped to his back. But his eyes, the cold jade eyes were dead. The only thing she could see in them was thinly controlled bloodlust. ‘How did I not notice him?’ she thought as he continued speaking.

I strained my ears to hear what they were saying as their mouths started moving. "Say your name and what you seek here!" A man with a black Chinese k****u hat who seemed like their spokesperson barked, extending his sword, that the encroaching sunset light made the blades sparkle. "I come in peace," Tyler uttered, his hands still in surrender. "I have come in peace from the Kingdom of chronicles, home of the Lycans. Please, low_"

~Sabastian I was already about to retire for the night when I got news that a lady from the Black Knight pack was here to see me. A lady by the name of Sabrina. For some reason, that name sounded very familiar. "Send her in," I commanded and immediately dressed up and headed back out to my throne room. Whoever was from the Black Knight pack was an important fellow. They are the Lycans, rulers of all werewolves. Maybe King Richard sent some good news to me through her, I thought.

He listened without interrupting. “Inform them that the Lumina VIII, which was once in the hands of the General who brought down the Almighty, Damien Blackthorne, is now in my possession,” I continued. “Any wolf who tries to cross me, or any pack that attempts to barge into my land or claim what does not belong to them, will taste what Damien Blackthorn tasted.” I paused briefly before going on.

They had grown up with Amara, considered her family, yet now they were treated like outsiders. Damian Knight, heir to the powerful Knight family, was enraged by the nurse's refusal. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to take matters into his own hands. For Damian, force was often the solution. But Marcus Black, heir to the Black family, remained calm. His sharp mind and keen observation told him something was amiss with the hospital staff. "Damian, calm down," Marcus's voice was steady and composed. "This isn't the kind of conflict you want to provoke." His gaze swept across the room, his intuition as sharp as ever.

The silence stretched between us, heavier this time, like he didn’t quite know what to say to that. Then, after a moment, he cleared his throat slightly. “Roderick and Ryan…” he began, shifting the conversation, “they were close once. Childhood friends.” I turned back to him, listening. “But things changed,” he continued. “It was discovered that the late Lycan King had fathered a child outside of his marriage. With a Lycan woman hiding in Nightfall Pack.” My brows pulled together slightly. “All his legitimate children had died,” Malcolm went on. “The kingdom needed an heir. That child… turned out to be Ryan.”

The man in the black suit curled his lips and said, "It's fine if you can't remember that, King Pendragon. You just need to remember that you're going to die today!" Liam looked at the man with an indifferent gaze and asked again, "And you are?" The man's expression immediately darkened. He glared at Liam and got all worked up. "You don't know me?" The man in the black suit, Stygian, was dying to pound on his chest and shout that he was the top three fighters of God of War caliber from Sulibya. How could it be possible that Liam did not know him? Everybody knew that the black suit was his signature, yet Liam did not know him!

I should just go get some MacDonalds, I’m dressed fancy enough for it, my shoulder hit with the fancy woman, great I couldn’t even walk. “I’m sorry” I mumble walking away, but her hands stayed on my shoulders making me turn and meet her eyes, the gorgeous black eyes, they held the whole galaxy in them, the smile on her face, it could lit up a whole building, the short black hair, styled in perfect waves, she was beautiful. “Sorry for making you wait for me Love” she says in a voice that I knew, the melodic voice of my friend, my hitman friend, the one who ditched me!