The Knight And Her Emperor Novels & Stories

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

Everything was pitch black. What am I doing here? He wondered aloud. He was beginning to lose his cool at this point. He had long assumed that she had been imprisoned, although that may have been a false assumption. He was about to lose it. Sluggishly but steadily The two of them needed to chat. He was desperate to embrace her in his arms. He had to have her. *********************** Her magnificent mane of hair was awe-inspiring to Miss Mona, who gushed over it. "Mona, thank you. Am I allowed to seek for your assistance, please?" Biting her lip, Sienna inquired. The cause for her trepidation wasn't clear.

But it was more than infuriating to let this woman say and do anything as she pleased. I must endure even though it was something I did not want to do in front of this shameless creature. Still, Lansford and I both left the car and walked towards the woman. “Kneel,” she said, her gun still pointed at us. I could actually tackle her down and shove that gun right into her mouth but there were other men surrounding us. I would totally receive quite a lot of bullets if ever I make one wrong move. However, kneeling in front of a human being was not something an immortal like me should do. And not to mention, I was the princess of Oliviland. I bow to no mere humans unless I had committed a grave s

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

He was finally free. His pinky slowly locked with George's. "It's been a while," he breathed quietly. "I get to see you again, though. I thought that would never happen..." he chuckled. He looked over at the brown-haired king, admiring how the star garden from above illuminated him as the sun would. Everything about him was so enticing. The way his skin wrote a story without words, how his mouth drew a work of art without even moving. The way that he, as a person, could just be so magnificent. Anthony wondered how he got so lucky. "Why are you here?" George asked, still facing away. He refused to look at his knight now. He didn't want to believe it.

Just as I opened my mouth to ruin the moment with a joke, hurried footsteps echoed from the staircase behind us. Both of us turned. A palace knight emerged onto the balcony, breathing heavily from what must have been a sprint through half the palace. The moment he saw Ragnar, he dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty.” Ragnar’s expression immediately returned to that of an emperor. “What is it?” “The eastern gate has received an official envoy.” “From where?” The knight swallowed. “The Blue Moon Kingdom.” Every trace of warmth disappeared from the night. I felt it before I even understood why.