Fiction Books About The Knights Templar Novels & Stories

“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

One of the knights, however, didn’t believe that the York elites would actually take action. He rolled to the front and pounced at Selena, ready to capture her alive. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Countless bullets quietly rained on the knight; bullet holes could be seen all over his body. Cold sweat drenched Rozak’s back. A member of the Knights Templar was turned into mush right before his very eyes! The smell of blood filled the air, making the place completely dense. Rozak and his men’s intention of fighting their way out was immediately squashed as well.

Its worn leather cover hinted at a long history, whispering promises of hidden knowledge within its pages. With trembling anticipation, the spies carefully retrieved the book from its resting place. Its weight felt heavy in their hands, a tangible reminder of the secrets it held. They retreated to a secluded corner of the library, their excitement palpable. Flipping through the yellowed pages, they discovered a treasure trove of Xavier's kingdom's darkest secrets. The book revealed whispered rumors, clandestine alliances, and the intricate web of power that lay beneath the surface of the kingdom. It was a goldmine of information, a key that could unlock the secrets that had remained hidden f

Although the altar layout resembled that of a Chapel, the furnishings were stark and cold, bearing none of the traditional ornament. McEwan gestured through the vast opening that gave way to the circular section of the church. "It looks like a fortress here," she whispered. Jimmy agreed. Even from here, the walls looked unusually strong. "The knights of Templar were warriors," Rodriguez reminded, the sound of his aluminum crutches echoing in this rebounding space. "A religio-military society. Their churches were their stronghold and their banks." As they arrived outside the circular chamber, Rodriguez shot a glance over his shoulder at the altar knight, who was vacuuming in the distance.

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

“My mother used to tell me stories about it.” We both leaned forward to read the passage. The Legend of the Sacred Flame. The Knights Templar was founded by French knight Hugues de Payens and eight companions. During the First Crusade, a small detachment of Templar knights found themselves trapped in a hidden valley, surrounded by enemy forces. This specific group of Knights went on to form the Order of Templar. As night fell and hope dwindled, a radiant being descended from the heavens. The angel, shimmering with ethereal light, carried a torch of blazing blue fire. The Angel spoke to the knights, proclaiming that this Sacred Flame was a gift, meant to guide and protect them in their darkes

"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?”

“We were not to be part of this spectacle.” He and the others had been quite content to watch this ‘spectacle’ just a few moments ago. The irony of Ambrose’s words was laughable, but she kept her face blank and her internal chuckles to herself. After his squire and supposed surprise gift a week ago, Knight Ambrose grace his presence in Countess Castle, telling her to absorb the plan on stealing the codex of demon. Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it.

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

Many still tried to find the people’s hero as hundreds if not thousands of hackers tried to break into the Trinity Nexus network and failed but for how long the sentinels can never say. Nearly 8 months passed since Kent’s fall into Hell’s gate the Templars were able to restore the Bloodstone tablet to the best of their ability but without the Gate Guardian, there was no guarantee the gate would open for them. The Head librarian placed the tablet upon the keyhole after much time the gate finally opened as 200 Iron wolves prepared for battle. What greeted them was beyond their imagination as the gate fully opened a sudden burst of hot wind greeted them but the knights noticed something very di