English Knight Novels & Stories

“They shall not, indeed. However, the only ones we need to worry about to start with, are their children. Well, they are hardly children now; but you know what I mean.” “I'm not sure I understand, how do I prove myself to them?” Lynnette asked. Vaughan gave a thoughtful sound, then explained, “the Knights are usually made up of children of noble families, who are not the heir to their family in some way. This tends to breed many spoiled men and women, who will challenge you in every possible way... from wanting to fight you, to prove they are the better warrior, to insults intended to enrage you. Do ignore such taunting. They do this as a means of weeding out those they deem unworthy, and th

He reminded me of Lysander and I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was the friend Lysander talked about. Shea looked up and sighed, gesturing at the man with her hands. "I forgot to introduce him to you." She sighed again. "Zerina this is..." She turned to him. "I didn't quite catch your name." "Oh," the man shook hands with me. "I'm the Princess's Knight in shining armour. " "You!! " Shea looked angry, but the kind that made me laugh.

But there was also a hint of vague savageness, characteristic of the Vikings or dark age Templars. Regarding my aim, I was not a sniper, but I was good enough to hit a target a couple of hundred meters away. "That leaves no questions. Now, take this" The knight gave me a medal. A Fenix was rising its fly into the sky as the symbol. "If things get nasty, show this to the guards, they'll let you go without a sound" "Understood" Both the knight and I went to where our mounts were. Lines of well-cared drakes filled my sight as we walked through the stables.

The day of the return of the knights, led by Keane Clementine, had come. Outside the palace, the people were waiting for them. Many women stood by, expecting to see who they believed was the most striking man in the Kingdom of Grellis- Keane Clementine, the king’s cousin. In their mind, the king was equally gorgeous as his cousin, but Keane’s attitude hailed him as the most stunning. He was a laid-back and charming person. Similar to the king, the famous knight also had iced-blue eyes but partnered by his silver hair. He was the kind of man no woman could resist.

"I bet the old gods sent him." "Perhaps they did. The mystery knight dipped his lance before the king and rode to the end of the lists, where the five champions had their pavilions. You know the three he challenged." "The porcupine knight, the pitchfork knight, and the knight of the twin towers." Bran had heard enough stories to know that. "He was the little crannogman, I told you."

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

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.

The Knights bows and one of them pulls out a letter from his pocket and the Knight gives it directly to the King, making King Edwin question about his day because he keeps receiving letters. However, this time is different, the Knights did not excuse themselves to take their leave. It is building up the tension around the area. "Why aren't you all leaving?" The King warily inquires as his eyes shoot at them intensely. "The letter is from the Duke, and he ordered us to hear you reading it aloud, Your Highness." The Knight states straightforwardly. King Edwin's orbs enlarge to hear this Knight's words. "Why do I have to read this letter in front of you?" The King spits out his curiosity that i

I can’t help thinking of him as my knight in charming armor. “Are you acquainted with her, your highness?” The Prince asked my knight who in turn is an actual Prince also.

But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade,— There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain—