Ender Knights Novels & Stories

His words continued to echo in my head forever, branding my mind, my skin, my consciousness and even the depths of my mind. ☆ Upon arriving at the Earl of the cities manor House, I was quickly briefed on everything I needed to know. The manor had a special section where all the knights lived, they were called the knight's quarters. I had no idea that Counts were allowed small armies such as this but I was told that as long as they could afford it, most Counts bought private knights that would be in charge of their security and other matters that required skilled fighters.

He glanced toward the Embers' section, his eyes briefly meeting mine before he turned his attention back to the field. The combatants sat astride their horses, helmets on and armor gleaming under the bright sun, creating a dazzling spectacle. A black stallion joined the rest, and I immediately recognized its rider. His brown locks peeked from beneath his helmet, his posture unmistakable. It was Thrystan. The crowd erupted in cheers as the combatants separated into two groups, one on the left and the other on the right, five knights on each side. Two knights stepped forward, removing their helmets to reveal their faces. The crowd roared with excitement, placing their bets and cheering for the

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

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

He asked. I smiled and patted his hair. “Let’s go,” There was nowhere I would give out the secret of the well water in the tunnel. It was sacred and belonged to only members of my pack. I’m sorry Martin. As we approached the village gates, the guards eyed us suspiciously. "State your business," one of them demanded, his voice gruff. I lifted my chin, adopting an air of haughty indifference. "We are knights from the Kingdom of Eldoria, and we would like to participate in the fight of beasts,"

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.

The day seemed peaceful and ordinary until a loud cry pierced the air. "A monster attack!" Panic spread through the crowd, turning the once-peaceful scene into chaos. Elen was taken by surprise. The knights swiftly positioned themselves to shield the Lady, while Rami and Rora unsheathed their hidden swords, ready to defend. "Protect the Lady no matter what!" Rami instructed, poised for action. "Are you knights?" Elen asked, eyeing their swords with curiosity. "Yes, we were knights of Adelstein before serving you," Rami affirmed, offering Elen a reassuring smile that conveyed their commitment to keeping her safe.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

Cole was standing at the head of the table holding a document, and reading from it in the same flat tone he might use to summarize a quarterly report. "We are gathered to witness the legal union between Lucien Knight and Naya Whitlock," he said. I sat in the chair to Lucien's left. He sat straight, both hands resting on the table, his face showing nothing. He had not looked at me since I came in. He was staring straight ahead the way a person looks when they are already thinking about something else. I rubbed my fingers together in my lap. They were cold. Legal union. It wasn't a marriage of husband and wife.