Fiction Books About The Knights Templar Romane & Geschichten

Such books one could not get at any typical book store as they were mostly given out to adventures, who were most of the time tasked with taking out phantom-beasts that appeared in rural areas. The guilds were not the only ones with a record of these books as there were some recorded at the palace, but only knights who served the empire had access. Then there was the black market, but people should not trust some of the information stored inside as merchants would sometimes sell fake information at a high price. Walking over to Maria, Paige crouched down beside the girl. "Looks like you ran into some serious trouble, little rabbit."

She continued reading, her curiosity piqued. "Want to know more about The Five Knights? Click here for juicy details on these five heartthrobs!" Without a second thought, Aza clicked the link, ready to delve into the world of these enigmatic Knights. "I'm officially a stalker now," she confessed to herself, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "But hey, I'm already this far, might as well go all in!" And with that, she plunged headfirst into the world of the five Knights, her plan to charm one of them taking shape with each detail she uncovered.

“Draynon, what really happened? About the death of the Royal Family and apparent treason of the Galadon Knights and their being outlawed. There are all sorts of stories floating about and we are taught to hate the Galadon Knights from a young age. We are told stories about you to scare children into minding their manners. Eat your greens or the Galadon Knights will come a gobble you up, they say. Some tales even insist that the Katrall family must be despised also. How much of that is true?” Draynon grunted. “Most of what you hear is little more than fairy tales. I’ve heard some of the stories. They get the dates about right but little else.” He reached into a draw and pulled out a

Dressed and revived, I pass the corridors of the dormitory. Bare walls, a clean place, with a red Capet. As it has been even before I was in this world. I climb the stairs that lead to the great tower in the middle of this magnificent fortress. My arrival is already expected by many who greet me along the way. At the top of the stairs, I am welcome with the view of Camelot's treasure room. They were not large amounts of gold or jewelry, but armors of good kings and generals, swords forged by master craftsmen. Most importantly, the first version of the codebook of the knights of Castela. The true core and ruler of our nation. Next to it is the large door of the royal library, decorated with s

"Maybe he did this to go unnoticed by the archangels.” Vraxlon nodded with his head. "She told me she was raised in a Catholic school, surrounded by nuns and priests. And she wrote a book.” "Which book? "Faye asked, watching my hands. "It wouldn't be something like the Grimoire of Shadows, would it?” An uncomfortable feeling disturbed my heart with regret. "What is the Grimoire of Shadows?”

It would be quite possible. --- Did you like the story and want more? So look at my other two books. In The Knights of the Princess she is the main character, but if you want to know more about her origins, see The Heirs of Thea. ---

I turned all the lights on and looked around, trying to decide where to start my search. There was a book Mom cherished, that I’d read a couple of years earlier, and if I wasn’t wrong, it talked about ley lines. It was Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum. It was a great piece of fiction, written with the most exquisite sarcasm I’d ever read, about three Italian intellectuals who, mostly in jest, end up piecing together the Knight Templar’s alleged plan to rule the world. And one of the alleged tools the Knights would use to achieve their ultimate goal was telluric energy. I recalled something about big monuments as some sort of headstocks to channel and direct this energy. Monuments like la To

As I opened my eyes, everything was brighter, everything was calm. As I walked into the packhouse, I went to the library on the first floor right away. It wasn't very big but the books they stored were priceless. Many of them contained history about the werewolves and what the ancestors had been through and how they had lived back then. Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries.

It was a knight. He was the male heroin she had always imagined. Tall with good built. A perfect golden hair. A mesmerizing eye. And a deep soothing voice. He was perfect in her eyes. It was a good thing that she had lose her thick glasses and put a little make up, even it was forbidden before going out. For if she failed to do so, he would not be talking to her. That was she thought. “Its uhmm…” She was enthralled that she forgot the book she was reading. “Here.” She took off the fake cover and showed the knight the title. It was The Egyptian Quest.

“The Santo’s order targeted threats– corrompido who preyed on innocent lives, who desecrated sacred ground, who brought chaos to peaceful kingdoms.” Luz’s armoured hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword, fingers brushing against the frayed white ribbon hidden beneath his gauntlet. “You are twisting my memories to suit your narrative. The knights I severed were protectors– not monsters.” The black veins along his jawline pulsed slightly as he struggled between his loyalty to his former life and the undeniable truth behind Mestre Escuro’s words. “I was there when the order started,” Mestre Escuro said a bit louder, the tension evident in his voice as memories threaten to flood back from t