Ender Knights Novels & Stories

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

Eldrick put forth his question in an ambiguous manner, waiting to see would the man he was here to catch get the hint before he fell for the trap. “The ministers attend the sessions in the courtroom while the knights battle it out on the battleground.” Kolan answered only to receive a shake of the head from the Lord. “Let me rephrase my question. What ornament differentiates a minister and a knight?” This time everybody understood what the man was asking. “A minister wears a penannular brooch while a knight doesn’t.” Once against Kolan was the one to speak.

"They aren't marching to war, Soren. Look at their banners." Through the shimmering heat-signature of the high canopy, the embassy emerged. They did not move with the chaotic, wet frenzy of the blood-born, nor did they carry the heavy iron weapons of the shifters. They rode massive, pale-gray steeds that didn't leave a single hoofprint in the wet heather. The knights wore armor meticulously forged from silver oak—lightweight, impenetrable, and humming with a cold, ancient enchantment that deflected the natural shadows of the forest. Above them billowed the pristine, silk banners of the High Courts, displaying the ancient crest of the Tuatha Dé Danann from a time before humanity had ever lear

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

She shook her head, a sense of defeat settling in. The Greek Gods of Advertising "No wonder these Knights are so popular with women," she mused, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Just these three alone are incredibly impressive. They're like Greek gods who descended from Mount Olympus to charm the world." She couldn't help but think back to the handsome stranger who'd rescued her earlier. "He could definitely be one of these Knights. They're all wealthy, and Mia was right – they seem elusive, with very little information available about them. They're practically anti-social! How can I charm them if I don't know anything about them? These three are out of the question. Who's number two?"

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.

Once the enemies were rattled they bumped up their security and he was right there ready to kill. What reflected these people out was not readily noticeable. They came off to be normal knights from different regions of life and did not stand out in any beneficial way. But, fool not, they are something else, they are the newly turned recruits secret order knights, the classified commissions of warriors, turned by Cornelius himself.