All Chapters of The Knights Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Amber~   Raven's answer was echoing in my mind. There was no way for me to stop them, I hadn't expected there to not be a single way. I bit down and started composing different scenarios in my head of what might happen and how I could win but it didn't end well in any of them.    ”They aren't just regular vampires, Amber, they’re royals. They've been around for a long time and learned to adjust to the things that can harm them. They're stronger, faster, more dangerous than your regular vampire.” ”Sure, but there has to be some way to win over them, right? I mean, they can't be immortal,” ”They’re not,”  ”So what can I do?” ”Nothing, Amber, there is nothing you can do. They have the upper hand in every way. If you want Malia back, you need a thoroughly thought-out plan. You can't just barge

~Avery~   I was moving my lips, shaking my head but the words wouldn't form. I couldn't speak because I didn't know what to say. Even though I desperately wanted to say something, I couldn't, because the words I wanted to say wouldn't have been honest. ”What is happening?” Amber's voice was shaky and quiet. She sounded scared. ”I don’t know,” I said. It felt as though those were the only words able to leave my lips.  ”Do you remember all the good times we had?” Amber asked me while eyeing me cautiously. ”Honestly?” I asked and she nodded her head "Yes," She said and so I continued.  ”No,” I whispered.  ”I mean I remember the moments when everything was good, or at least not as messed up as the

~Avery~   “How can you say that?”  I was yelling, unable to hide the rage that was stirring within me. “You’re not the victim, you’re the one that they have been bending over backwards to protect. Did they go about it the right way? Maybe not. But Alex is heartbroken, thinking he’s lost you forever and blaming both himself and his brother for it. Natasha and James are guilt ridden, the Alpha is failing in his duties and have been for quite some time because his main focus has been you. You’re not the victim. They have set aside any and all other obligations to try and help you reach your fullest potential so that the day that hundreds of people come to kill you, you will be able to defend yourself. The pack members are suffering from a lack of leadership, but you haven’t seen that. You’ve seen their smiles, the happiness they display, but you haven’t seen the anxiety that befalls them once the door is closed and th

~Avery~”I don’t get it. So whoever this person is, has hands-on experience with vampires. But she or he could see their end? How can anyone for-see the future?” I asked in shock as I read over the words one more time. Lydia was weirdly quiet, she looked to be thinking about something, trying to make sense of this but there was more behind her eyes. She was shaking her head and her lips were moving silently. ”Lydia?””I have no idea, let’s continue reading,” she said and flipped the page. This one had the crown symbol on the bottom left corner.”The embodiment of regal poise. The queen to rule over endless pain who shall meet her faith in the hands of trust. For no one creature is truly immortal, a balance must be made, a life

~Avery~ ”It’s in my blood. My great-grandmother could foresee the future and different events that would occur, my mother could too. This ability goes back centuries and generations. My grandmother would tell me stories about our family, many of the women were burned or tossed in the lake with bound hands and legs because they were thought to be witches. One of my relatives, she had foreseen an attack on the village where she lived and she tried to tell the elders, those who were in charge but they saw her premonition as nothing but witchcraft and sentenced her to death.” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could Jasper's ancestors have been the ones who wrote the book? ”How do your family know all of this?” I asked him. ”A lot of them wrote things down in books so that their premonitions would live on even after they were dead. It was almost compulsive, whatever they saw or heard they had to write down so the information wouldn't get lost. And the woman who tried to save her