Books On Knights Novels & Stories

What! Mortals? Going to hell? Yang Xiao almost choked with laughter when he heard those words. He was a firm materialistic person. He did not believe in God, mortals, or hell. "Aren't you also a mortal? Go to hell now!" Yang Xiao glared at him, held his Dragon's Wrath Sword, and rushed forward. Obviously, the Knights of the Holy Court were different from other knights in Europe. Not only were the Holy Knights of the Holy Court equipped with light armor for their guards, but even their mounts and horses were also equipped with good saddles and equipment that could cover an area of more than 80% of the horse's body.

Dressed and revived, I pass the corridors of the dormitory. Bare walls, a clean place, with a red Capet. As it has been even before I was in this world. I climb the stairs that lead to the great tower in the middle of this magnificent fortress. My arrival is already expected by many who greet me along the way. At the top of the stairs, I am welcome with the view of Camelot's treasure room. They were not large amounts of gold or jewelry, but armors of good kings and generals, swords forged by master craftsmen. Most importantly, the first version of the codebook of the knights of Castela. The true core and ruler of our nation. Next to it is the large door of the royal library, decorated with s

She asked, pursing her lips. “No. Above them are the ruby knights and above ruby knights are the golden knights. Ruby knights are the ones who are dangerously strong and are placed in border defence and spying. Then there are the golden knights standing on the top. They are the ruby knights who have achieved something great, like resolving a border dispute or winning a war. The golden knights can command all the knights in the lower tiers and mostly function only during emergencies. They also volunteer to train the onyx knights.” “Woah! They are all so cool. I want to meet them all. Are you done with the reports? When will you teach me the higher skills?”

Ever since small he read about the story of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table' so the sword was rather well known for him. "Yes. It's currently held by 'Arthur Pendragon', a man descendant of the original 'King of Knights'. " - He talked to them while putting Gram away, inside a magic circle. "Then the rest of those Legendary Swords-" - Ryutaro started to speak, but was interrupted by Kiba. "They exist. They are called 'The Four Strongest Holy Swords', created by the 'God of the Bible'. They are 'Caliburn', 'Excalibur', 'Durandal' and 'Ascalon'. " - Everyone paid attention.

I said out loud and pushed play. “You like dragons?” He asked watching the movie with me. “I have seen this movie years ago.” I begin, Then I laughed at a memory. “I used to pretend I was a princess in a castle and imagined a beautiful red dragon turning into a handsome prince that would rescue me from a bad knight.” He smiled but didn’t laugh. As I watched him, I noticed something strange about his expression. I frowned at him. “What? What’s wrong?” He pasted a smile which I knew was fake. “Nothing.” He says, “So I take it since you saw dragons as heroes that you like dragons?”

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

What were the actual consequences for a noblewoman’s actions, beyond the novel’s plot-driven punishments? Fenwick’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Ah! A commendable pursuit, my Lady. Clarity is often found in the wisdom of the past, especially after such a… jolt to the system.” He bustled towards a section of shelves. “Let me see… For the history of the kingdom, Bancroft’s ‘Annals of Aethelgard’ is comprehensive, though dense. For lineage and heraldry, ‘The Peerage of the Realm’ by Lord Ellsworth is indispensable. And for the laws…” He pulled down a thick, imposing volume bound in dark leather. “…the ‘Codex Justicus’. The definitive compilation, though it requires a patient mind.”

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

“I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents.

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and