Ender Knights Novels & Stories

Adalwolf asked "That is why I am here, father. It's a success," He told his father. Yes "Audolf, is it true?" "Yes! my Lord," "Who is she then?" "It's Mara. A Lady Mara of Volde Pack," "Volde Pack?" His father asked, alarmed. "Yes!" Leowulf replied smiling "Audolf, is it the Volde of Horgan?" "Yes!" Audolf replied. Leowulf wondered what the sudden alertness his father just raised was all about. Truly, he knows the forty three main packs, their symbols, their motto, and their Alpha. But he doesn't know what happens between Alphas. He doesn't even know what happens in court.

With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door. He had a bag along with him which meant he was definitely staying for a few days. I motioned towards the other demons to carry out the bag. Two of them rushed to take the bag from his hand. I was still amazed that he did not bring his commander. Most of the Kings are scarred for life and have someone along with them for protection. The attacks on Kings are brutal and unpredictable. Must be because he was travelling from his own portal. Spreading my arms I patted on his back.

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

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.

“Can we come to visit you soon? I want to show everyone in the pack my new sword!” I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “Yes, little warrior. But remember, we must be careful. A knight must always be responsible.” Arthenon, more reserved but equally eager, joins us, his eyes shining with admiration as he grips his wooden sword. “Are you really a knight now, Aloria? Like in the stories?” I kneel down to their level, my heart overflowing with love for my brothers. “I am, but being a knight means more than just titles and armor. It means being brave, helping others, and always standing up for what is right.”

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

As the sun rose, a group of people approached. In their lead was an elderly man wearing a golden robe. He wielded an illuminating two-meter-long sword with mysterious-looking patterns carved on it. Behind the elderly man were eight knights in golden robes. As the elderly man neared, many stood up and gazed at him. He was Koehler Keyes, the leader of the Knights and the wielder of Excalibur, the faith of all knights. He was also ranked second on the Elysian Ranking.

"I'm sure it's nothing. He's no longer king. He doesn't have to worry about keeping face infront of others any more. He can ride around the castle on a pink horse if he wants to." Barlion's words came out so easily but I could hear the worry in his voice. "Don't worry about it, okay." He said before he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I didn't want to worry about it. But hearing how worried Barlion was, it worried me even more. *** "Dominic, Jusepea, Luther, Shadow and Marge. They are the Queen's appointed knights, your grace." Sir Hunder introduced the five large men standing in front of me, all dressed in full armor and their swords strapped around their waists.

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

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?”