Novel & Cerita อัศวิน

Dawn clawed its way over the jagged teeth of the Ashen Ridge, painting the sky in bruised purples and blood reds. The war column moved like a steel serpent along the narrow mountain road. Three hundred of Kael's finest warriors, banners of black and silver snapping in the bitter wind. Horses snorted steam, armor clinked, and the low rumble of Alpha voices carried warnings of the battle to come.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, the clash of steel, and the muted sounds of soldiers grappling in the shadows. Maximus, driven by a potent mix of purpose and defiance, engaged in single combat with Ganicus. Their swords clashed, each strike echoing through the silent forest. Callista and Bojan, hidden witnesses to this pivotal moment, held their breath as the fate of the prophecy hung in the balance.

"Though I suppose you're not thrilled with that are you sir?" "While I'm happy it's less casualties.. The thing I want most is to regain my honor. And if that bastard doesn't show himself, I won't have a chance." The man speaking was none other than Sir Alexis Von Belshmidt. The pride and joy of Albrael. Despite his and Halbert's army's defeat in the forest near Bael Karine, Alexis's reputation had somehow remained untarnished. Hell many of the soldiers in Albrael's army had either heard the of the great feats of Havoc, or witnessed them firsthand. The fact Alexis came back alive alone was cause for celebration in their minds. It showed there was a man who could fight on equal footing agains

also true though his father would never know it. Months passed and Jones tried all manners of torture, including killing the men Alexandra had brought with her one by one. Just when Alexandra had been about to break a young White Wolf Clan child had accidently come by his cell and the boy's kindness and purity of spirit had helped Alexandra to carry on, not to break. She had never known the boy's name but the way the boy had found her lovely as he himself loved lovely things had been endearing. Unknown to Alexandra this young boy had been none other than Ash, a White Wolf Clan warrior who would grow up to become one of the most cunning and thus dangerous generals in army in the war against t

He hissed and stumbled, but he didn’t vanish this time. “Finish him!” Jon ordered. Caleb and Cole lunged in, spears stabbing. The Ashborn dodged, fast but not fast enough now. We pressed in from all sides. My blade slid across his chest. Jon slammed the back of his axe into his head. The Ashborn dropped to his knees, coughing black blood and then I took the opportunity to strike, giving the opening on ground. I dashed forward and drove my sword into his heart. “One down,” I muttered more to myself.

The young Menian stood straight and confronted the huge male lion, wearing only a dirty white tunic, his sword, and an ax. “Have you come for more food?” Fighting a man was one thing, but taking on a wild beast was something else. The lion stopped and looked at him. It paced back and forth and then let out a loud roar. The lion was poised for attack; its hair set on end. As Yvayn pulled his ax to his side, the lion charged. The young prince countered with a blow from the ball edge of the ax that struck the lion in the side. Obviously stunned, the lion stopped, turned, and charged again. It attacked, and the young warrior countered but was knocked over with a gash in his leg. Yvayn managed to

asked the Emperor in a cold voice. He stood up, raising his right hand in front of his face. A small buzz sounded in everyone's ears. The sound was getting louder and louder, and suddenly a glass window at the side of the throne hall shattered. PRANG! WOONG! GRAB! A beautiful, thin and sturdy longsword flew towards Axias. And Axias caught the hilt with his right hand. Axias Euclase, the Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky–Emperor Soleil III, lightly swung his longsword which just landed smoothly in his hand. A thin, almost transparent blue aura enveloped the blade of his longsword as he walked down the throne stage.

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

After a moment, he straightens and slowly shakes his head. “He’s gone.” Mr Shaw’s hand is still not bandaged. A wad of cotton is pressed against the wound, already darkening. His fingers curl and uncurl around it. His jaw tightens. The muscles along his forearm spasm, as if something inside him is straining to break free. Behind me, Sasha and Sara come to a stop. They’ve never seen anything like this before. Their faces drain of colour, skin stretched tight and pale. “Jenny…” Sasha whispers, her voice thin and trembling. “Is he… is he dead?”