Knight Novels Novels & Stories

She shook her head, a sense of defeat settling in. The Greek Gods of Advertising "No wonder these Knights are so popular with women," she mused, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Just these three alone are incredibly impressive. They're like Greek gods who descended from Mount Olympus to charm the world." She couldn't help but think back to the handsome stranger who'd rescued her earlier. "He could definitely be one of these Knights. They're all wealthy, and Mia was right – they seem elusive, with very little information available about them. They're practically anti-social! How can I charm them if I don't know anything about them? These three are out of the question. Who's number two?"

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

Or that was the case till he heard behind him the announcement: "Mr Claude Knightly, Mr Carl Knightly and Miss Charlotte Knightly are entering!" The entrance of the Knightlies was the sun coming out after the rain. It was light. Their theme was inspired by their name: brave knights and gracious ladies. And they represented it perfectly. Claude stepped towards his eternal enemy and stood in front of him. They looked into each other eyes for a moment. And for a moment everyone held his breath. They looked into each other eyes eagerly. Both were confident. Both were audacious. Both were brave. Both were strong. To be exact, they were the strongest two men in the city.

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

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“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

Because Richard's family is part of the elite group in the Knights, Aleksander will marry us. Next to Richard are his two younger brothers, Zakh and Malik. Like the rest of the men here from the Knights, they're all wearing the black knight's tunic, which has the silver Raventhorn crest embossed on the chest. I try to focus on how handsome and happy Richard looks, but seeing him in that uniform reminds me that the Knights are a secret society. A powerful one dating back to the Viking age who now owns the Komarovski Bratva. As well as leading the Knights, Aleksander Ivanov is also the Pakhan of the Komarovski and the man we all answer to.

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.

He became very upset when his attack failed to kill any of the five pillar warriors. "Interesting trick. You're quite exceptional when it comes to escaping. Has that become a habit of yours?" Aji Sangkala quipped. "Such an outstanding prince and known as a rebel. Your story is very famous and is neatly displayed as history in some houses to commemorate how foolish a prince was to want to fight thirteen demons and his own siblings." Brahma Angkara smiled slyly. "So, Aji Kala Karna has changed history so far? Is he already comfortable living under the roof of a palace built with blood?" Aji Sangkala regretted the warrior's words.

she was too excited to learn everything in a single day. Her learning spirits were reaching the sky. That was a great thing. “There is hierarchy even in pack knights. There are five tiers of knights. The onyx knights or the black knights. They are rookies who are like students; they train hard and learn the war crafts, but are not assigned any important missions. Then comes the topaz knights. When the onyx knights graduate, they reach the topaz knight level. They get less risky work, like escorting the nobles, joining hunts, etc. Then comes the emerald knights who have gained over five years of knighthood experience. They join important missions like wars, escorting the royal family, etc…”