A Knights Tale Game Novels & Stories

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

Frontier Knights are superior over normal Knights as they are given medicines to boost their magic in times of need, but even without the medicine a single frontier knight could take out 20 knights. At the very top is the Royal Knights, the ones who receive direct orders from the King. Known for their massive mana reserves and high aptitude in using magic, they are agile, smart, flexible and could fight for more than a day without rest. Trained by the person who brought down an enemy army on his own.

this is what the knights were thinking the knights then bowed in front of Celea Celea than took of her mask and hood *shock* *murmur* "He is a she?" "WHILE I'M YOUR COMMANDER YOU WILL NOT ONLY GAINED THE SKILLS OF A KNIGHT BUT ALSO THE MENTALITY OF ONE, REMEMBER BEING A KNIGHT IS NOT ONLY ABOUT SKILLS BUT IS ABOUT WHAT KIND OF PERSON YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE THINKING AND WHAT YOU SHOW THRU YOUR ACTION, ON THE BATTLEFIELD WE WILL BE EACH OTHERS SHIELD AND IF WE CAN´T ACT LIKE CAMARADS WE WILL BE SURE TO LOSE THIS WAR, WILL YOU LET THAT HAPPEN OR WILL YOU TRAIN TO BECOME TRUE WARRIORS?!"

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"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

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

Many still tried to find the people’s hero as hundreds if not thousands of hackers tried to break into the Trinity Nexus network and failed but for how long the sentinels can never say. Nearly 8 months passed since Kent’s fall into Hell’s gate the Templars were able to restore the Bloodstone tablet to the best of their ability but without the Gate Guardian, there was no guarantee the gate would open for them. The Head librarian placed the tablet upon the keyhole after much time the gate finally opened as 200 Iron wolves prepared for battle. What greeted them was beyond their imagination as the gate fully opened a sudden burst of hot wind greeted them but the knights noticed something very di

Every step, every strike, every dodge was calculated. He spotted the first wave of Knights advancing, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. His R8 brothers were scattered behind him, forming defensive flanks, snarling and baring teeth as the shapeshifters lunged at the advancing threat. *** From the terraces, some nobles and citizens watched with bated breath. Cheers erupted for Kael as he bested the first few Knights with lethal grace. Others still clutched their banners, hoping the heir apparent would fail and remind the kingdom of its King’s iron will.

"Yes, there will be rules. No magic will be allowed, and there will be no killing or maiming. The goal is to prove your strength and skill, not to harm your opponents." The knights nodded, taking in the information. Caleb stood up from his seat. "I expect each of you to represent your kingdom with honor and pride. Train hard, prepare well, and may the best kingdom win." The knights stood up as well, bowing their heads in respect. As they left the room, they could feel the excitement and anticipation building within them. The prospect of the tournament was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, but they were determined to make their kingdom proud.

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.