Knight's Tale Book Novels & Stories

Upon knowing that the knight was still not speaking he spoke first because that was the training he made them experience, 'Never talked first before the master speaks first' "Speak" With that cue, the knight had spoken news that surprised him suddenly because it was different, a piece of different news that he wasn't expecting to know. "Your highness, there happened a secret attack inside the commoner's village afterward the intruders had fired the house," the shadow knight said respectfully to Arthur while still kneeling and bowing making Arthur raise an eyebrow and be confused at all

The feel of her magic had been…Familiar. Strange. By the time all was said and done the knights had overpowered the Targue. Smashing and crushing them until they were whimpering and crawling. Or had returned to the crumpled bodies of humans. “We have to clean this up.” Tev murmured.

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One Amidst a moonlit garden, the Knight meticulously arranged the engagement fairytale, each detail woven into a dreamy tapestry of romance. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the scene as he nervously awaited Annabelle's arrival. Roses adorned every corner, and the air was filled with anticipation. As Annabelle approached, the Knight's heart raced. He took a deep breath, clad in his finest armor, and with a voice filled with sincerity, he asked, "Annabelle, will you make me the happiest man in the realm and marry me?"

*Keep him busy* I mind link my knights as I maneuver, waiting for an opening chance. The chance comes only seconds later, as Aodh becomes discombobulated fighting against all four of us and wondering how the four knights had recovered enough to stand back up and against him. As his blazing red eyes and attention are averted, he leaves himself and the dagger open. It was now or never. It was meant to be Rhett who drove the dagger through his heart, but I could touch it too. How and why, I wasn’t about to question. The fact I could was good enough for me.

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

It all seemed to be going well, and that the battle would be over shortly. A few of the mounted Knights were taken down by the Alva’himar, but with sheer numbers – and the aid of the Minotaurs – several of the Mages were overcome. As the Knights clashed with the Goblin ranks, however, they encountered something unexpected. The first Knight riding into the fray swung hard at the nearest Goblin, who raised his own blade in defense. When they met, not only was his blow deflected, but his Khortaal was broken. Thrown off-balance, he fell from his saddle, scrambling for the Khor he had at his side. The wide dagger was equally shattered when it met the Goblin’s sword, and then the Knight died as th

The seed of doubt had already been planted. The King let out a slow breath before turning to his daughter. "Bring the Book." The Princess lifted the heavy tome—The Book of the Inquisition. A wave of dread passed over the older nobles and knights. Some paled at the sight of it. Others clenched their jaws as if reliving old wounds. Berg exhaled sharply with regret and pain. William exchanged a look with John. What was this book? Why did it hold such weight? Rolfe took a step forward. "My liege, must we go this far?"

Rachel laughed at that. " I wouldn't think I was crazy if I did see that." He gestured for her to sit on his neatly arranged bed. "What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea?" " Coffee please!" He muttered a 'be-right-back' and disappeared into what should be the kitchen. Rachel took her time in absorbing the room. There was a bookshelf directly opposite her at the corner and she stalked to it. She picked out the first book in the shelf that looked recently read, and read the title out loud, just as he walked in with her coffee.

He pulled her along with him and half ran in the opposite direction of the guards. The guards had noticed his absence and were beginning to look for him around. When they were a good distance away from the marketplace, he released his hold on her, but he regretted it the moment he did. “What was the meaning of that?”, Raisel shouted, “What’s even wrong with you?!” “Hear me out!” “No, I won’t…!” “Just hear me out”, he said firmly, “Molvania is littered with guards looking for you. You have taken one of their most prized possession. The book was drafted long before the war, it’s the only one there is, there have been no books on dragons written before”

Gavin frowned. "He said we're just going to find the princess." Their eyes widened when they heard. "Princess?" They asked at the same time, Gavin nodded. "I'll explain later, but what does that person say that you just have to play to find Sera?" Zera said. He was really confused and didn't think that the people he met earlier were willing to kill. Nash and Clayton looked serious. "You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only about finding her, this game is about killing." Clayton said. Zera gulped at what she heard and the men clenched their fists.