Romans & histoires Knight Ghost

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

He turned his attention to the daemon who was crouching next to the dead guard. Clavier took off the guard’s helmet and saw nothing but a skeleton underneath the silver armor. Of course, these were the undead soldiers. Angel of Death’s loyal followers in the Kingdom of Moon Goddess. Once he was cast out, his army followed. Damn it, Clavier cursed. Knights of Death was the undead. He didn’t know the organization was the Knights of Death from the Moon Goddess’ Kingdom. All these times, he thought they adopted the name because of the things they were about to do. He didn’t expect they were the original owners of the name.

They all knew everything now as Dylan had already told them but they couldn't understand why she was acting like this. Celeste pushed him away as a hurt and worried look crossed his eyes. He couldn't understand what she was saying. Celeste opened the file harshly and threw it at Dylan who frowned at her weird behaviour and looked down. Looking down, his blood froze in his veins along with his heart starting to beat faster. He leaned down and picked up the file. He knew what it was but he was shocked to read the name. Aurora Knight...Celeste Knight. Everything clicked in his mind now and his eyes shot up to look at her.

My Alpha Of Knight. *************THE END************

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

She dipped inoffensively A gentle knock-on mercy’s room woke her up, she was busy on her laptop doing her assignment. “May I please come in ma’am.” They slept a cross the house; the room facing directly with hers. Angela heard her voice. ‘Oh no this girl really wants us to get fired,’ she quickly left to go get her out. ‘‘Please don’t do this to me my girl, we are here as servants and not guests,’’ her mother begged her. A soft civilized conversation between them caught mercy’s attention, she moved closer to catch a glimpse of them, they argued in a sophisticated way, there were no shouting nor groundings, she admired their characters.

Zayn The arena in Moonrise is full of young men and women–the best of the best, hand-picked by Queen Maeve and her father, Commander Evander of the Ghost forces. The Ghosts mill about in their form-fitting, far more comfortable and sleek uniforms while knights like myself move more clunkily, trying to find pockets of shade while commanders go over their lists and generals, me included, keep our assigned men in check. “General Zayn!”

he choked out, the French accent completely gone now, replaced by the broken voice of the man I loved, "the Princess was gone. She was trapped in a glass tower with a man who didn't know the color of her soul. And the Knight... he had to put on a mask. He had to become a ghost just to be near her, just to make sure she was still breathing and reclaim her love back even though he knows it's impossible." Luna’s breathing had slowed, her eyes fluttering shut. "Does the Knight get her back?" she murmured sleepily. There was a long silence. I held my breath, my heart stopping.

It all seemed to be going well, and that the battle would be over shortly. A few of the mounted Knights were taken down by the Alva’himar, but with sheer numbers – and the aid of the Minotaurs – several of the Mages were overcome. As the Knights clashed with the Goblin ranks, however, they encountered something unexpected. The first Knight riding into the fray swung hard at the nearest Goblin, who raised his own blade in defense. When they met, not only was his blow deflected, but his Khortaal was broken. Thrown off-balance, he fell from his saddle, scrambling for the Khor he had at his side. The wide dagger was equally shattered when it met the Goblin’s sword, and then the Knight died as th

His hand stays off the hilt - for now. Frozen ground stretches between them, twenty feet of white nothing. Eyes lock, sharp as blades cutting through cold hush. From somewhere beneath the hood comes a whisper, brittle as old paper. Wingknight. That name scrapes out slow. You gave yourself away, it mutters. Not through skill - through feeling “I like to be accommodating to guests,” Noah replies, his voice calm, conversational. The Duke’s voice. “Greymont’s coin must be running low to hire a relic like you.”