Elf Knight Novels & Stories

And it was Roman Knight. The richest man in the capital. If he wanted to find her, he’d probably do it before she reached the next city. She was stuck. And for now, she’d just have to deal with it. She’d subconsciously stereotyped the owner of the voice, expecting an attractive woman with a lot of makeup and long nails wearing a very tight and revealing outfit, but what she didn’t expect was that she couldn’t have been farther from the truth. The woman she met instead was probably a supermodel, and if she wasn’t then she very well could be.

He asked. I smiled and patted his hair. “Let’s go,” There was nowhere I would give out the secret of the well water in the tunnel. It was sacred and belonged to only members of my pack. I’m sorry Martin. As we approached the village gates, the guards eyed us suspiciously. "State your business," one of them demanded, his voice gruff. I lifted my chin, adopting an air of haughty indifference. "We are knights from the Kingdom of Eldoria, and we would like to participate in the fight of beasts,"

“What we’re going to do about this token is to use it to track the other owner, which should be Lord Beike’s right-hand man. We already know that Orc King has his here, and the Crown Prince on his way to marriage, so the only one’s missing is that man. It’s a pity that this assassin didn’t clearly see the man’s face, or it would be easier.” But the question now is, “Where would we find Lord Beike? I’m sure he’s hiding inside some sort of cave with dense dark energy.” Seriously thinking about it, among the seven of us, Oliver and I could be considered the strongest. Although it hurts my pride to say, I know that as rare as fire dragons are, they are also way stronger than a water fairy such a

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

"He has the silver scepter. He has the Soul-Seekers. If you help us, we can fight them together. If you don't, they’ll burn this forest down just to find us." Sora looked at my hand, at the glowing silver mark. She reached out, her dirty fingers trembling as she touched the air near my palm. She could feel the heat. She could feel the life. "The Bridge," she whispered. "The stories were true." A sudden blast of silver light hit the trees at the edge of the clearing. One of the ancient oaks exploded into splinters. The First Knight had arrived. He rode into the clearing on a white horse that looked more like a statue than a living thing. His silver armor was flawless, reflecting the moonlight

Posing as a wandering knight, he infiltrated the heart of the kingdom that had destroyed his own. At first, he had no idea who Elowen truly was. But as they fought side by side, affection bloomed. Still, Caelan never wavered from his mission. When the time came to infiltrate the manor of a powerful marquis—rumored to be plotting against the throne—he crossed paths with a ghost from his past: Lady Seraphine of Durnholde.

He ran his hands through his hair–a nervous tic, I’d come to realize–and exhaled. “Do you remember the book you were reading in my chambers a few weeks ago? The one about Dragon Knights?” As if I could ever forget the strange feeling I’d had reading those pages. “Of course.” “Well…” Felix’s voice was unsure, but he continued on. “It was true. I’m a Dragon Knight. So is the entire Fresonian royal family, and most of the nobility. That book isn’t some fantasy, Mila, it’s our history.” I crinkled my nose. “What the hell is a Dragon Knight? Are dragons real?”

He remembered the dead bodies of the guards he had seen when the report came that those four had escaped. "Im sure they arent working alone" said the king, "But if they are out of my Land then good riddance. Say tell me about the knight, Altar Cleos. I never knew they had knights in Dragon Isle, and i couldve sword that the boy is from the Trident." "He displayed amazing abilities when i saw him battling the yetis, he actually held his own" Morgan admitted, "Against a whole army" "Really? Hes that good?" Christyl smiled, "Yes but i doubt hes from the Trident. He is a Fire user....he didnt displayed any lightning nature."

She stayed on the couch, staring out the sliding glass door. As he entered his room, he saw Tryna standing by his bed, her head and shoulders the only part of her visible over the mattress. However, she was not alone. Towering beside her was an elf who caused Rhychard's blood to boil instantly. Kendalais. He tied his long, blond hair back in a queue with leather dyed gold, revealing his elven ears. His blond brows started upward over ocean blue eyes as he stared at the Warrior. The elven knight stood in glistening armor, and Rhychard was acutely aware he was still in his smiley face boxers. He could have sworn he noticed Tryna blushing, if faeries blushed, but he knew it wasn't because of hi