A Knight's Tale Book Novels & Stories

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

Although she felt slightly hurt that the man didn't seem to recognise her, She wanted it to stay that way. By the end of the day, She is torn Between wanting to g****e Gray westmore and throwing her laptop away. The first choice, however, was a temptation she couldn't resist and she did just that. Knowledge is power and there is no harm in knowing more,even if Gray Westmore has got nothing to do with her life.

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

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled. ‘Are you okay, Uncle?’ he raised his hand, motioned me to sit. ‘I am fine, it’s just that I forgot the book I was thinking of bringing.’ I looked at him confused. ‘Book?’ he nodded. ‘It is about white wolves. I don’t know how council found that book, but I had seen it once in the library, however, never opened it. I will send it to you after going back, just remind me okay.’ Although we don’t know what is written inside the book I still hope we can find any help from it and a little would be enough for us right now.’ Lilith excused herself, she had been busy with some work leaving me and uncle alone, I was grateful f

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

The knight states, though he doesn’t look at me. I feel my brows furrow, as I ask. “What?” “It means you need to work more on separating yourself from you emotions, that is crucial for a knight.” He looks at me then. “Perhaps it is the very reason you now find yourself in hot water.” “Hot water? What did I do?” I ask, my heart now pounding in my chest. Had Virina told the King about their talk? “You don’t know?” Riol asks, arching a reddish, scarred brow.

"It's about a princess who is held captive in a tower by a vicious dragon. Until one day, she is finally rescued by her knight in shining armor." He swiftly took the book from her hands. "Well, that sounds a bit biased. For all we know, the dragon could be protecting her from shady knights who like to poke their noses in towers they have no business in." He tossed the book back onto the table. "You won't be reading that nonsense." "Alright then, why don't you pick one?" She suggested. He scanned through the books on the shelves, searching for one that caught his interest. A faint smile touched his face as he picked up a book, looking over it reminiscently.

He opened it to the familiar page, his large hands dwarfing the colorful illustrations. “Once upon a time,” he began, his deep voice filling the room, “there was a brave knight who lived in a great castle. He had a sword of silver and a heart of gold. One day, a terrible dragon stole the princess and locked her in a tower of darkness…” Elias listened intently, his small hand reaching out to hold Adrian’s free hand. The boy’s grip was tight, as if afraid his father would disappear too.

"The woman in the painting is called Lady Percival, right? Isn't Percival the knight who found the Holy Grail in the King Arthur legend?" "Good God, Ethan!" She grabbed my arm in excitement. "Of course! Percival ...it's her story. You figured it out! Lady Percival is holding a very rare book in- deed. I knew it was something special! One of the first King Arthur stories ever written down; all the way back in the twelfth century. That book is Chrétien de Troyes's The Story of Perceval and the Grail." She gazed at the painting, her face glowing with happiness and pure joy, and I reached for my mobile and snapped a picture of her. A magnificent profile shot of Brynne smiling at her Lady Perciva