Tenkai Knights Dromus Novels & Stories

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Eslar assumed, raising her shield as a defensive stance. At another end, Tihon impales a Drokan Soldier from behind with his two short swords then drags it out before taking a posture, backing Prince Fredrick who had just cut down a Drokan Soldier. “This guys out man us five to one.” Tihon spoke catching his breath “That’s why we have to catch up.” Prince Fredrick smile. Suddenly, a screaming Ramenia Knight glides over Prince Fredrick and Tihon, urging them to turn over to their rare, there stood Zapov Masmus laying waste to the Ramenia Knights with his two large iron mace.

I stood there observing while still maintaining the dome, yung mga bandits na na trap sa loob are slowly dropping their weapons one by one. While some still choose to resist. Ang iba ang nawalan na pag-asa, they are facing an elite knight squad and mage. An elemental mage. 'I'm hungry...' Droon's voice suddenly echoed inside my head. I was even more alerted. Droon isn’t the type to crave food or be hungry if there’s no powerful magic or mana in the area.

Rose whispered as she knew the knights were there for them, judging how they didn’t seem to be waiting for the soldier who had walked down from the ship. Andrius conversed with the red headed knight who seemed to be their leader while they both descended from the ship, following the others. Andrius stepped aside, quickly placing his hand toward the head of the knight, “This is Remenia.” Remenia quickly offered his hand, smiling widely when he met Rose but his eyes stopped once he saw Dominic. He stared at his black hair then moved his eyes to his eyes that were also in the same inky hue. For a while he stared at the man almost as though he was lost at the charming face.

His fists rested against the edge of the stone table as crimson markers moved along the border lines like drops of blood. Beside him stood his general — a tall, lean warrior named Kaelith. Loyal to the flame, forged in dragonfire. “We’ve held off the northern covens for a decade,” Kaelith said grimly. “But this time, they’ve aligned with the vampires. We can’t push both forces back unless—” “Unless what?” Drakonios snapped. “Unless you return to the skies,” Kaelith said, voice low but steady. “Unless the Omni Draco rises again.”

Issei proceeded to show them his fingers and indeed there are no black ring on any of his fingers. Some mob got scared thinking he's gonna do something by raising his hands. Issei just calmly stares at her. ??? - Indeed there's no black ring on your fingers. But Outlaws have been sighted near town. I'm here for a different mission, but I can't ignore people in need. Mob 9 - He has to be after our livestock! Lady Knight, take care of him! Issei - Hoo? So you're the Knight? ??? - Indeed. I'm a Knight of the Kingdom of Eden, Ramius Dreissen.

Besides being the Dragon King of the Southern Plains, he was also a proficient ancient martial artist. So, he had a certain understanding of international affairs. He knew that some countries in Eyrothia had knights. These knights were equivalent to the ancient martial artists of Sol. Looking at the arrogant young man in golden armor, James nodded and replied, “Yes, I’m James.”

"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

A smile leaked from her lips as she learned of the hotness and hardness of his penis that was poking her down there. "Then let's do it," she said. Her breathy voice fanned the sultriness. His eyeball switched from black to the alluring blue color, portraying the eyes of the dangerous dragon. To her blurry, drunken vision, his eyes appeared like a blueish shining ball. He grabbed her waist, warning, "You will regret this tomorrow morning." At Duri's house. "How did he respond to that?" Asked Duri. The same strange man who kidnapped Abby to blackmail Steven was standing in front of him.

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.