Novel & Cerita White Knight Novel

Like long lost friends our magic twined and embraced one another. A puff of air left my mouth as I felt her mind probe mine. I saw the confusion in the light witch's eyes as if it had taken her by surprise too. The dark-skinned wolf with long black hair by her side growled. I could see him look between us as his eyes began to shine a beautiful golden color, then turning black. Just like Rhett’s the dark eyes held a flash of white in the center and I knew he was one of the Queens four knights.

Knight Richard’s robust steps aired the room as Novak’s eyes kept staring at the door. He was waiting for the vampire on his seat. “Novak…” Knight Richard’s stern voice greeted Novak who signed him a seat. “Welcome to my place, Knight Richard!” Novak beamed and looked at him. “What could I do for you?” Knight Richard smirked. He stood still and stared at Novak. “Who’s the wolf got interference to my business?” He clenched his fingers tightly.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

It was the color of a fresh winter moon. I stood up on four powerful paws. I looked down at my reflection in a pool of water in the cave. I was massive. My fur was pure silver-white, glowing with a soft, magical light. My eyes were no longer brown; they were a piercing, royal violet. "The White Wolf," one of the warriors whispered, dropping to his knees. "The legend is true. The Queen has returned." I felt the power humming in my blood. I wasn't the weak girl who cried over a boy anymore. I was a weapon. I wanted to go back. I wanted to tear Cassidy’s throat out. I wanted to show Harden exactly what he had rejected.

"When King White was at the point of death, the unicorn saved him with its magic. Thus he brought it back with him to the kingdom and ever since, the unicorn has been a part of us. It is the only magical creature King White wouldn't kill." Kalista nodded, while her mind was in total disarray with numerous thoughts. The story Roland just told her must be the reason why Salem never wanted her to leave the village. She must have known about the unicorn in the human kingdom, and the story behind it. Jade must have been the one that attacked King White, when he was searching for the Soul Gem. This was just her speculation but she had a feeling it was true. The stories were connected somehow. Her

The whole city is covered with all kinds of white, blue and yellow flowers, accompanied with a joyful music and blessings mixture The six horses came to a complete halt. Viloustra leaned forward and saw a huge gate progressively opening, revealing a magnificent castle. Afterwards, a certain troupe of trumpets began to play while the soldiers in white armor jogged out for a salute performance. The carriage moved slowly in another short distance, eventually the door was unlocked by a man in the white silk robe with a hood covering his face. The king was the first to arrive down, followed by Amelia and, finally, Duncan. Immediately, a man in a large cloak approached, respectfully knelt down,

She knew from special Knight only lessons during her years in the academy, although Sophia still didn’t know why any Knight would need a female only class in flower picking and arranging, that the white color represented innocence, humility and reverence. It was a color she thought suited the Head of the Knights Association very well, and not just because he lived long enough to have white hair, although that was quite the accomplishment in the Knight world. While young, naïve, and innocent herself, she knew that the Head of the Knights Association was not. One did not reach his position without stepping on a few, and not every decision he made was for the good of the association and the kin

As I looked through the crowd, through the colorful elegance of pink, blue, purple, grey, and black, I spotted a blonde hair I was sure I knew. “Is that Ernie?” Cameron’s brother. What a small world. Kyle looked in my direction and nodded. He paid all his attention to the racing horses but still gave me information that made my eyebrows raised. “I see him every time I’m here. Looking shabbier each time. Not a surprise, though.” “What do you mean?” He rarely made a negative comment to anyone, and that surprised me. Still immersed himself in the race, Kyle replied. “A man yielding fully to his addiction is hardly attractive, don’t you think?”

Most likely, their relationship was one akin to a mother and a son. Sitting back, he sighed, "Your actions were very timely. At the very least, even though we couldn't humiliate him with the low-level gladiator, the white knight wouldn't act with a light hand." The white knight was a title bestowed to the most promising paladin in training. Their titles would evolve to white paladin once they were accepted in the order. The white paladins were the strongest in the church and formed the white cross. It was equal to the black cross, the strongest squad under the royal family.

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.