webnovel

The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/rT4bezy5 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
251 Chs

Hunting at night (2)

Hidden in the bush, Hex peeked through the gaps, watching a few young wolves devouring the carcass of their prey.

The stench of the fresh kill wafted over with the wind in his face. His eyes darted around. Although his energy sensors didn't detect anything nearby it didn't hurt to use all his senses. 

'The pack is spread out, hunting and feeding, along their path. They leave some for the weaker members.'

It was already close to midnight. Hex spent hours skirting around the edges of the wolves' territory. As an experienced hunter, he knew the importance of observing his prey before making a move. 

His days as Crevice Hunter taught Hex to treat an innocent-looking bunny and a ferocious snake with the same caution. One mistake could turn the tide, enabling an ant to kill an elephant. 

'The wolves, even the Disaster ones, don't leave their territory. They treat these lands as their kingdom, ruling within its borders.'