Knight Novels & Stories

I order, holding out JumpStart's stun baton before crossing them. "You again," Heavy Metal says, "I thought you ran away. That would have been the smart thing to do." "No," I say, "I am a knight, and we knights do not run from danger. Prepare yourself, villain, for this knight runs fast."

There were two types of oaths that were all serious enough that they could end another person’s life: the knight’s oath and the lover's oath. The knight’s oath was for a knight to his chosen master or an owner. Whoever a person chose to dedicate his sword to would remain for a lifetime even when his master already has children. In this oath, only the knight has to speak about his devotion while the master would only speak to accept it. If the knight who swore the oath failed his duty to protect his master, he would die. Aside from tha

He summoned his loyal bodyguard whom he had never shown to anyone. "Karura! Finish that three-headed dragon!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka shouted. Karura; the Garuda descendant warrior devoted to the old hermit; Ki Janggan Nayantaka. He flapped his white wings. His body was upright like a human. But his whole body was covered with white feathers. He wore silver armor that was the heirloom of Lord Vishnu. Karura carried a silver sword in his left hand and a silver shield in his right. "I will definitely slash the throats of all dragons!" Karura swung his sword.

Queenie, Fewa, Argo, and Finiah walked into the palace hall. Drawn swords were ready in their hands. The four men entered with courage. Argo, Finiah, and Fewa in their Knightly armor looked impressive. Meanwhile, Queenie was like a mighty Princess. Leya flew around them. The palace guards were shocked when the four people entered the Hall of the North Sea Royal Palace. The chaotic atmosphere in the hall felt so hard. Some palace officials discussing with King Jumuck stood up and prepared their swords.

And thus, I found it incredibly convenient to keep a seeing eye on hand to help me understand some things I otherwise couldn’t. “I see the queen’s companion,” Wicket finally answered, his voice stilted and monotone, as it always was under the influence of his gift. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “The prince consort?” “No. The High Cliff knight,” he corrected, “who bears the mark of L’Amante.”

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and in

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.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.