A Knight's Tale Book Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes when I got in the shower. I can see my nerd, I mean that nerd I bumped into today. But I am kind of curious why she didn’t fall to her knees for me. She did smile at first, then I had to open my big fat mouth and ruin it. God, she is going to be a pain in the ass. I can tell. But then I had an awful idea. Maybe I don’t have to stay away from her. Maybe I can tease and make her life a living hell while she is in my kingdom. If it is so bad for her. Maybe she will leave on her own. But what if I can’t get her to leave? Then I will make her bow down to me. Then she won’t like the outcome when it comes down to that. I will make it so bad for her. No one tells the Knight’s off a

Raven rolled her eyes and took the book she had placed on the table before fixing her eyes on it again. "Why didn't you tell me?" Daren's struggled to say and he coughed out blood again, spilling it on the floor. "She did," Nicholas said. "With all she explained, you should already know that the liquid is made specifically to kill vampires."

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

*Keep him busy* I mind link my knights as I maneuver, waiting for an opening chance. The chance comes only seconds later, as Aodh becomes discombobulated fighting against all four of us and wondering how the four knights had recovered enough to stand back up and against him. As his blazing red eyes and attention are averted, he leaves himself and the dagger open. It was now or never. It was meant to be Rhett who drove the dagger through his heart, but I could touch it too. How and why, I wasn’t about to question. The fact I could was good enough for me.

Aza couldn't tear her eyes away from the handsome man in front of her. Shit! The first Knight, Raizen Titus Yvanov, the Prince, the cold one. Don't tell me I'm in the midst of the handsome Knights! Aza thought, her mind reeling. Am I dreaming? She questioned, her disbelief bordering on panic.

I knew that but I was already inside and looking at the books on the shelves when my eyes drifted to the desk. There was a file on it. Closed, with a cover sheet on top. I looked at the title printed in bold letters. ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. LUCIEN KNIGHT. I stood dead on the spot. I looked at the door behind me, then at the file. I should have walked away but I opened it. Inside it, there were photographs, printed reports, lists of names with notes beside them in small and precise handwriting. I turned to the second page. My eyes skimmed through it quickly. Then they stopped.

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

Heath felt he was drowning in the middle of a vast lake. However, he felt he could still breathe normally. In the depths of the lake, he saw the reflection of his childhood. Harriet, his sister who still looked very young, was giving him a lap pillow, stroking his hair. Her eyes were closed, but she was telling a tale about the Great Knight. As Heath recalled, it was a very thrilling story. The Great Knight on a white horse braved the hordes of sabre-toothed monsters, opening a path for light to enter the darkness.

“And King Arthur was going to have him killed, but Queen Guinevere gave him a second chance. If he could find out what women want most, she’d spare his life. So the knight goes out riding, and he asks every woman he meets, but they all give him different answers. Some want a rich man, some want a handsome man, some want somebody who’s dependable, some want somebody who’s quiet and won’t give them any problems… it’s all over the place. “His time is running out when he meets an ugly old woman who says she’ll tell him if the knight will grant her any wish she wants. He’s kind of over a barrel, so he agrees… and they go back to Guinevere… and that’s where I stopped.” “Do you want to know the end