Knight In Shining Armor Book Novels & Stories

It was not a forbidden scripture. It was a children’s storybook. Its cover was made of worn leather, and its once colorful illustrations had faded. Rayden recognized it. He recognized the illustration style. It was a book from the mortal world. With slightly trembling hands, he leaned forward to read the title. As he read it, the air in his lungs felt ripped away. “The Adventures of the Light Knight and the Star Princess.” A chill colder than any ice surged through his entire body. That book the very same book his mother used to read to him and Raelyn every night before bed. The story of a knight who journeyed to the ends of the world to save a princess whose light had been stolen.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

The people following behind him were outfitted in silver armor. A slight frown formed on the Queen's face when she saw the approaching knights. The man in golden armor got off his horse in front of the Queen, made a slight bow, and greeted her, “Your Majesty.” The Queen’s brows were still furrowed, and dissatisfaction was apparent on her face. She berated the young man, “Kayn, who permitted you to come on horseback?” The man in golden armor was neither arrogant nor humble as he replied in a matter-of-factly tone, “Your Majesty, I’m a Golden Knight and have the liberty of riding a horse whenever or wherever I want. What’s the matter? Is it inappropriate for me to do so?”

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.

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

“You don’t have to do this for us boy.” “Yes, with your power you should be able to escape them. Just run away.” “You don't have to protect us. It's our job to protect you. Now leave us and save yourself.” Colin ignored the villagers. Vlad looked at him with a smirk and simply nodded. “Your nod is not enough. I need something more to believe you,” Colin said. “Bring the oath book.” One of the purple cloaked figures brought the oath book to Vlad. It was a simple leather-bound book with a red gemstone in the middle. Vlad casually placed his hand over the book. The gemstone pulsed with energy.

Slow motion to his eyes. He outstretched a hand in a movement too fast for her to see. He was just suddenly next to her and lifting the book in a flattened palm. Rage written all over his face. Blue-green eyes glowing in the firelight. Skin nearly translucent. Revealing the shadows of his skull underneath. As the creatures moved under his flesh. Finally, he asked in a dangerous tone. “How’d you find this?” *** You couldn’t have done it alone. He thought accusingly. I don’t believe the other knights would’ve shown you.

she asked him. He looked at his right knee which was on the ground. “There’s a correct and wrong knee when proposing?” “Yes,” she said. “I read it from somewhere. You should kneel on your left knee, like the knights did in medieval times, when they show respect to royalty.” He grinned and kneeled on his left knee. “Sorry, I didn’t read that,” he apologized. “Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.”

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.