Novel & Cerita Virgin Knight Who Is The Frontier Lord

Then, he'd been smiling, and still he'd seemed dangerous. Now, beside me, he was all courtesy and measured grace. I suddenly thought this man was nothing like the rumors. The Lord of the North. A monster who ate humans alive. Cold-blooded, cruel, untouchable. Yet the man in front of me had just shielded me from Adrian's humiliation. And remembered to hold an umbrella over me. I looked down at my own hand. There were still red marks on my wrist, where Adrian had gripped it. Lucien saw them too.

“What will become of her?” Silence thickened. Elinor studied her more closely now, as if truly seeing her for the first time. “Tell me something,” she said. “Are you a virgin?” Lyria felt her stomach twist. “What…?” “Answer me.” “I…” she hesitated. “I don’t understand why—” “Answer her,” the knight ordered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Lyria looked at him, terrified. “Yes,” she said at last. “I am.”

he said. “They’re not ‘my people.’ They’re allies. There’s a difference. They follow my father because he’s never broken a promise, and because he fights beside them. Not from behind a wall.” She sheathed the dagger. “Duncan was right. The lowland lords will be at the border. Men like Lord Gryffen. He owns the mines south of the pass. He’s been trying to get my father’s land for years. This chaos is his opportunity.” “Then we will deal with Lord Gryffen,” Makil said, but his mind was on the ease with which she’d commanded the situation at the rockslide. “You called him by name. You knew his technique.”

Cracking up at the Knight's direct response, Lady Genesis pleasantly says, "You are right. But, don't worry about them. The others will come and welcome them to their end." "So, it's dead-end for them?" The Knight thoughtfully questions her, catching the Lady's astonished large irises. This Knight never fails to amaze Lady Genesis, so she asks for his name. "What is your name?" Lowering his head to the Lady courteously, he then tells her his name, "I am Franklin, Lady Genesis." "Nice meeting you, Franklin. You are a fast thinker, and I am pleased with that." Daringly, Lady Genesis showers the Knight with an honor. Plus, Lady Genesis thinks he earns that praise because he managed to snatch he

Besides, I’m just his healer. “King Slade,” a gruff voice boomed from the center of the room. A tall, broad-shouldered man in silver armor stepped forward, flanked by two guards in matching attire. “I am Lord Malric of the Western Claw. I bring tidings from the frontier, and a proposal.” Slade’s voice was deep and smooth. “Speak.” As the conversation began, I stood quietly, listening, observing. This was the first time I was seeing Slade in his element. His intelligence was sharp, his questions piercing. He challenged Lord Malric on every offer, every word. It was fascinating. And also… terrifying.

He came and knelt. ''Train with me''. He was hesitant to, but he later agreed. We sparred for a few minutes, using the new techniques and moves I learnt from the soldiers training, to defeat him. Although it wasn't easy, because surprisingly, he was good. Breathing heavily, I asked him, ''What's your name''? ''Adrian, Your Majesty. I'm a part of the recruits'' He said, answering my next question. I shook my head. He was good. I sent him back to his post and went for a walk in the garden. I loves the sunflowers. They reminded me of Anita.

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me. "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…" What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that. "Excuse m—" "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"

"Debonaire is under the Moon Tribe's territory. I've never heard of someone from the Sun Tribe leading any establishment in these parts." "Well, it's about time you knew, don't you think?" Adrian retorted, unwilling to waste any more time. He watched as Winston sprinted toward Medicis Manor. "Leave!" he commanded. "Why should we?" Kyril plucked up his courage. "We’re from Ivory Cloud." "In that case, let's fight." Adrian lifted his scimitar, and a beam of purple light swirled through the air, frightening Kyril into turning his horse around, not daring to confront them.

His thoughts were preoccupied with the events of the day as he tried to figure out why Lucifer had his sights set on his position as the frontier. Welbeck was a dedicated and loyal member of the frontier, a group of authorities that kept the peace between the human world and the supernatural world. He had been a member of the frontier for over a decade and had worked his way up to his current position as the head of the western district, a role that he was proud of and took very seriously. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a powerful demon who had a reputation for being ruthless and calculating. He had been relatively quiet for the past few years but had recently started making waves with his

KNIGHT “I don’t trust him. After what he did to Vana, he could be one of Cyrius’s minions.” “I don’t trust him either,” Nirvana agreed with Kailin. “He’s telling the truth, and he’s not mine-controlled. What do you wanna do with him, Knight?”