Novel & Cerita Knight Fantasy

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

Not even able to use a single complex magic before. “Being a medical Knight is a dangerous position in the Knights Association. Since you are the one that supports a whole squad, enemy Knights will be aiming for you first. Take out the healer of the team, and the rest of the team is handicapped. That is why you need to keep yourself put of the battlefield in a team first.”

My neck screams in pain from the long hours of bending from sketching and spending a couple of hours burying my nose in the laptop. I moved my neck side by side with a grimace, and then the elevator door opened. My heart thudded strongly against my will at the sight of the man who magically appeared in front of my eye. Although seeing him in the workplace doesn't seem like magic, it appears that way to me because Gray Westmore is like a magical creature. I am convinced that he had that power to make me weak, his gaze alone made my skin tingle and made my heart race with excitement despite my brain telling me to stop. “Get in” It wasn't a plea but an order and for some reason, I obeyed.

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 50: Gone and Dead Third Person’s POV The group of people looked up at the seven people walking around them who seemed to be checking their conditions. They speak the same language as them, but they don’t understand what they were talking about. What is this about devils conquering the world? What is this about dragons, fairies and phoenixes? Weren’t they all part of a dreamy fantasy? As if that wasn’t enough, they also talked about werewolves and mermaids. They couldn’t help but think that these group of people, who call themselves ‘immortals’, are shooting a fantasy movie with almost realistic special effects.

"Wuuuuuu!. Go Avengers!. North! north! north!." The girls began to chant my name as always. Inwardly I was less concerned, especially now that I know who my mate is. I glanced around the field for her, she'd better be here to watch her Knight lose while she's going to become my Servant. "And here we have the Red rebels coming in, hurray." Knight and his other team members sashayed into the yard, with hair dripping of water or was it sweat. Knight is the only one with red hair, I don't know why they named it Red Rebels anyways.

The other half jeered, calling him a usurper, a cursed prince. King Mathias raised a hand, silencing all. “So be it. The second leg of the test begins. My strongest Knights and Shapeshifters show him the might of the crown.” The battlefield gates creaked open. From the east side emerged the first knight, towering in enchanted armor, wielding a broadsword so massive it seemed forged from the bones of mountains. His presence alone sent a ripple through the crowd. Behind him came two shapeshifters, bodies half shifted already, muscles rippling under skin that bristled with patches of fur. Their snarls carried across the field, feral and eager for blood.

Confusion wrestled with desire, wariness with the undeniable draw. Geoff’s grip tightened, holding him steady. “You’re here. You’re… safe. You’re mine. Please… don’t go.” The knight’s chest rose and fell. Every muscle tensed. Then slowly, almost reluctantly, the sword lowered. Keenan’s gaze met Geoff’s, dark, uncertain, yet… curious. Something in the room shifted, a bridge forming between worlds, between fantasy and reality. The tension lingered, sharp and electric, leaving Geoff’s pulse racing.

he smirks. Damn him and all his charm when I'm shaken like this. He could still get me to do anything. We wander through the forest and I shrink back into Knox's hold as the shadows pop up in front of us, and once again, I swear this is deja vu! Knox doesn't even second guess, he just blasts them with his lightning and they dissolve into dust. He pulls me a long for another minute before we stop in front of the river. However this time there are shadows growing out of it, like some sort of water spirits from an old scary movie.

"Why aren't you here yet? All the pack members and Elders are waiting for you." As I stared at the screen, my lips curled into a mocking smile. I didn't bother responding to him. Instead, I just blocked him and the other members of the Silvermoon pack. What he didn't know was that just half a month earlier, I agreed to be the mate of Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—the Nightblood pack. Soon after the plane landed in the North, I would be marked by him and become his Luna. … "Lucas, my wolf is ready," I said as I stood in front of the mirror.

The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor. The remaining riders rallied, lances leveled. Steel rang as they charged, hooves churning earth. Vera backed toward the boulder, chanting again, channels of starlight snaking outward. One rider’s steed reared, sprayed snow, then collapsed in sudden collapse; the next knight yanked at his own helm, swaying. Three mounted knights remained. They wheeled, cutting her off from the gate. Vera licked her lips, breath ragged. She pressed the fang to her palm, closing her eyes and summoning the memory of Ember Hollow’s awakening: