Fictional Knight Novels & Stories

"But I gave it to him. He read it, and he just... broke down. It was awful. He wouldn't say a single word to me." I held out the bloody bundle. "He just cried, wrapped this up, and shoved it at me to bring back down to you." The first knight looked totally crushed. He reached out with a shaking hand and took the bundle. He truly believed the Omega's heart was completely broken. "Thank you, rogue," the knight whispered. Without another word, the two men got back on their horses. They rode away fast into the blinding white snow. I stood in the freezing snow and watched them leave. They had no idea they were carrying a fake letter that was about to bring the King to his knees.

"There is always a choice. It must hurt to be near him." "It does. Every day." "Then why stay? A woman with your skills could work anywhere. My father always said you were the brain behind half of Zane’s deals." I looked at him, surprised. "Arthur said that?" "He did. He told me that if I ever wanted to beat Zane Knight, I should hire you away from him." Enrique smiled, but his eyes remained serious. "The offer is real, Kanya. If you ever decide you have had enough of being a ghost in his life, come to London. I’ll give you a position that matches your actual worth."

"State your name and business!" "I am the Shadow Knight," he replied, letting power resonate through the words. "I seek Lord Blackmoor's heir. We share common enemies." The scouts exchanged glances. One wheeled his mount, galloping back toward the keep. The others formed a loose circle, blessed crossbows trained on him but fingers carefully off triggers. "You're the one from the stories," another scout said. "The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads."

He didn't object, though; he liked the shivers. "There was one knight," said Meera, "in the year of the false spring. The Knight of the Laughing Tree, they called him. He might have been a crannogman, that one." "Or not." Jojen's face was dappled with green shadows. "Prince Bran has heard that tale a hundred times, I'm sure."

They should have offered me a chair if they would question me for a long time. “Sister Mathilda, you are aware why you are here, correct?” The knight next to their sovereign asked. I remembered him, he was the arbiter on Gabriel and Felix’s match. I replied politely, “Yes, sir.” “Can you narrate what happened that night?” And then I did for the second time, but I left out the part where I played hero with my sisters and made sure that I rendered Philip solely as the evil. After my spot-on and dramatic narration, the war between me and the knights finally started.

“If you stand in the way, then you will die.” Johannes launches another assault. Leon prepares a feint. He manages to fling Johannes’ sword out of reach. The fugitive runs toward the next street, but the knights who saw the situation as it unfolded apprehend him. They could not fathom Johannes’ acts. Now the prince and the princess have every reason to doubt the loyalty of the nobles.

No matter how much danger the mystical being radiated, Sophia could still see the majesty and grace as it gazed at her. "I… I am a Knight," she breathed. The nostrils flared when it heard the word Knight. "At least, going there…” she added hastily. “I-I’m on the good side… you know? I-I h-heard about your story… About how you became a dragon… But…” “Enough,” the dragon growled. “Knights are all on the same side. You fight for your king and queen. You will do as they wish. Do you think you can fool me?”

Gail eeks and giggles, "ooooh, you have to introduce me to him, sometime, m'kay." I huff, "Sure. Don't regret it, okay." She then begins to look at me funny. I return the look. She nudges me, "I haven't read much about you as your brother, but from what I hear, you're a girl with a thousand knights, back home." "HA! That's an ever bigger lie than my brothers. The only guy who I thought was my knight in shining armour, turned out to be a collossal jerk-face."

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

Nate smirked viciously, "The famous Knox family who lost their whole pack to a rogue attack! Your father must be proud of you for turning into a rogue--" "I'll kill you." Knight cut Nate off coldly, those blue eyes shone the light of death, "You will die at my hands, Nate Hogan." "Holy shit! I'm scared! How are you gonna do that when you are chained to the fucking wall?" Nate burst into laughter and so did the three men following him in the dark cell. Knight glanced at the window that was half-buried underground. He couldn't even see the sky from there, but at least he could tell it was nighttime, and it was pouring heavily outside.