Knight Ranking System Novels & Stories

The man bowed his head before meeting their eyes, he was wearing armour that was made from obsidian she believed as she the colour was quite similar, on the armour was a golden badge, Lilith knew the meaning of it as many of her knights had it as well. It showed that they had graduated at the top of their classes so they were appointed top knights. A golden badge meant the knight graduated 1st in their class, Silver meant they came 2nd in their class and bronze meant they came 3rd in their class, people who came any less weren't giving badges but the people who had the badges, were in charge of the armies. The people with the gold badge were: First in command. The people with the silver badg

A single third-level Fireball spell can kill forty or fifty of the enemy, and then the extra knight can lead the soldiers in a charge while the enemy is in chaos, and the battle is over. A warrior can only be promoted to the fifth rank by awakening his fighting spirit, and only by pledging allegiance to the nobility can he be knighted and granted a village fiefdom. There is no distinction between the attributes of the Fighting Spirit. The fifth to ninth ranks focus on improving the knight's physical strength, power, speed and healing abilities. It is not until the tenth rank that the 'Spirit Slash' can be used externally.

Ostana leaned forward, almond eyes looking even smaller as she squinted in thought; Laker let his hand rest comfortably upon her knee and watched his mate, no doubt their wolves communicating. “Allerick, that name was only written once but he wasn’t an Alpha Knight,” “Then what was he?” Laker spoke all of our thoughts aloud. “Allerick was a King.”

He laughs, but only for a while as he then continues. “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.” Laughing once more as he is more than convince that the seventh and final loop is made for young children whose innocent is not yet tainted by the cruelty that love brings. His expression and mood suddenly change. As he reads the following words.

Not even able to use a single complex magic before. “Being a medical Knight is a dangerous position in the Knights Association. Since you are the one that supports a whole squad, enemy Knights will be aiming for you first. Take out the healer of the team, and the rest of the team is handicapped. That is why you need to keep yourself put of the battlefield in a team first.”

The head of the Sandy family, Knight, was utterly shocked. He looked at Lucas in horror. "Why aren't you the slightest bit injured even after being struck by my punch?" Knight could not believe it as he was a Rank 7 Surpasser. "I told you previously that you’re only here to get rid of my itch," Lucas said faintly. Knight looked at Lucas' stunning face. Naturally, he knew that Lucas' abilities were way more overwhelming than his; they were perhaps even a few times better.

He is the first rank in the western division, as he stated earlier, so perhaps he is a great knight. Compared to the other divisions, the western division is very strict for knights. There are a certain number of knights in it, but only a select few eventually rise to the ranks. Even though I gave this man's appearance some intense credibility, I still feel no threat emanating from him; am I the only one who has these kinds of thoughts?

They must attend their first raid in order to receive a rank. Knights participate in raids but are not Hunters, they are very capable being able to take on one of two of the human-sized creatures. We pay them large sums of money, the workers are paid just as well for creature harvesting, camp set-up, food preparations and any clean-up. None of the participants of the raid are women.

Of course, He's here to help me. Not to woo me back into his life. I rolled my eyes mentally. “Thanks. I needed some measurements” I walked toward him,assessing his build with my hawk eyes. If I couldn't stop resenting him for dumping me, the least I could focus on is my job. Called me a bitter person but I hated him with passion for throwing away two years of relationship without much explanation. I took out the measuring tape, my face heating at the close proximity. His scent assaults my senses, at an alarming rate. “Raise your arms” Zachary did without much complaint. At six feet two, he looked down at me, the top of my head in level with his chin.

In fact, there was no other name in sight. The elderly couple at our residential complex gate were the same. The old man took his time helping his wife across the street; her name sat steadily in first place above his head, unchanged decade after decade. I stood frozen for a moment, suddenly dazed. So, this was what it felt like to be placed first. I turned my head to look at Lionel. He had his head down, replying to a message. Mom was in first place, Lindsay in second, and I was in third.