Ender Knights Novels & Stories

And now, they trotted through the trees, and then galloped. Kael was dressed on his cerulean cloak, his enchanted sword sheathed on its white scabbard, hanging on his belt. He had planned to bring all members of the Grand Knights’ Order, but unfortunately, some of them had emergency cases to attend to from His Highness. So he could only bring five Grand Knights with him.

Jeremiah panicky warned the prince. “I don't think so, Jeremiah.” Engram winked at him and then chanted a short spell, which made his sword glowing. Blue orbs were released from the sword and materialized into nine undead knights, among them was one of the most powerful sorcerers in Paltiti. “This is only some of the finest brave warriors that I've collected during the war,” he bragged. Engram usually acted humble in front of the public. But at the moment, he strangely yearned for Jeremiah’s attention. He was hoping that Jeremiah could think highly of him.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor. The remaining riders rallied, lances leveled. Steel rang as they charged, hooves churning earth. Vera backed toward the boulder, chanting again, channels of starlight snaking outward. One rider’s steed reared, sprayed snow, then collapsed in sudden collapse; the next knight yanked at his own helm, swaying. Three mounted knights remained. They wheeled, cutting her off from the gate. Vera licked her lips, breath ragged. She pressed the fang to her palm, closing her eyes and summoning the memory of Ember Hollow’s awakening:

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave. … The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered p

They belonged to Marquess Justin. He had arrived with his wife and their two children. The remaining ships carried the knights from his territory. "Greetings to Your Majesties, the King and Queen of the Sea Dragon Kingdom." Marquess Justin, Marchioness Clara, and their two children bowed together. "How have you been, Marquess Justin?" Alex asked, shaking hands with the middle-aged nobleman, who still looked remarkably vigorous. "Very well, Your Majesty." Justin laughed heartily as he returned the handshake.

"I won't let you die the way you died again. Not if I live." He raised his head — toward the leaves of the trees. And out of them rode armor-clad men, shrouded in mist and midnight blue. The Knights of Brunschière. Unspoken. Devoted. Obedient only to him. "You heard everything," Ignatius told them, his voice icy steel now. "She is not to leave the sanctuary. Not for a second." A knight approached, worry written even under his helm. "My lord… this is Lady Krishna."

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Leave me alone, I can go far away, and I’ll never come back please,” he pleaded for his life. The man didn’t even bother answering the question, but he asked his own question. Before he asked his question, he snapped his fingers. 2 knights came into the room, donning red military uniforms with a black skull badge on the right arm of the uniform. The 2 knights were armed with non-exotic machine guns, they both had a stern look on their faces as they glared at their prospect recruit. The atmosphere became very tense, Kalen gulped unconsciously. This was not an; he was really intimidated this time, as he felt the aura of war from these two knights. They were veterans from war.