Knight's Tale Book Novels & Stories

“A knight who hates royalty. Now the Emperor was seriously ill, the only prince was only 10 years old and weak, and he became a hero... ... We used to talk about history together. Don't you think it's a lot like one thing in history?” Across the rows of shelves, I could see his slender hands turning books. “Yes, there was a royal family in history that died at the hands of a famous knight. When a knight becomes a hero and the royal family does not have a powerful emperor or prince, the royal family is in danger. After all, the highest power can only belong to one person.” He closed the book in his hand and thought. “There is still a difference. The Knight in history did not marry a princess

I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The pages told a story, a myth given flesh. It spoke of a great mage who challenged a creature of shadow and ruin named K'tthar, a being who had laid waste to entire landscapes in its devastating rampage. The tale praised the courage of the city's heroes who ultimately sealed the dark entity away, but it was a poet's account, not a scholar's. The prose was beautiful, the narrative heroic, but it was a song, not a schematic. It offered no names, no incantations, no specifics of the magic they wielded to achieve the impossible. With a sigh of profound frustration, I closed the book and slid it bac

It broke so easily like fragile glass, shattered into crystal shards. “Sir Sadon!” the other grand knight shouted. Furiously glaring at Alice, he lunged towards her like a mad man, but Robert immediately intercepted and stopped him. “Uh-uh, you’ll have to go through me first,” Robert said with a grin as he parried the grand knight’s sword with his own. “So they have finally arrived,” Divine Knight Kael spoke while looking straight towards the Lower Ring. When Arth turned around, he caught a glimpse of a long golden bow a few kilometers away, shining amidst the darkness on top of a high building.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Kael and the grand knight were in the center and the other seven knights surrounded them as they travelled on their horses. I can’t fight them but I just need to distract them only if I have my sword with me. Using just magic is not enough to distract them. Kael thought as he looked at the pine trees covered in snow they pass through. He turned to the Grand Knight’s back and looked down to his elegant sword. An enchanted sword, huh? There’s clearly no chance of fighting them. “So, you’re Kael? The son of king Kaelas?” Grand Knight Bryle said smiling. “I never thought you’re alive.” Kael remained quiet after what the knight said.

Curious, the princess rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as all the blood rushed to her head; knocking her off balance. Quickly regaining her composure, Elika shook her head, carefully walking towards the strange pack; her pulse increasing rapidly along with her apprehension. Taking a shallow breath, the young immortal took the neatly placed envelope from the pack, carelessly tearing it open as her curiosity intensified; pushing her to solve this new mystery. She rose an eyebrow as she read the words scribbled across the sweetly scented paper, the letter addressed solely to her; it read... To my most adored and cherished princess,

There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when he possessed one of these flames. When she told Steven, who had gallantly taken the books from her to carry them, that she was done, he then asked her if she didn't mind if they went to see for him as well and Cassy, ​​who was curious by nature, smiled and told him that there was no problem. When they arrived at a section reserved for warriors she saw him go straight to the back and she realized that where he had stopped all the books were sealed and could not be opened. Suddenly she saw him grimace

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.

He jumped and unconsciously fell to the floor and his top hat was still in disarray when it was removed from his head. I removed my protection and then I ran back. When I got there it was almost chaotic, the furniture was scattered on the floor and some parts of the wall were damaged. The unconscious some Coventry members were scattered on the floor and part of the manor as well as some werewolves. Some were wounded and some were still trying to survive. I could see from the top of my stairs how they would fight. Their drops of blood were scattered everywhere. "Where is Kevin?" I caught a glimpse of Belle when she asked me and when she got close to me. I could not answer and it was obvious i

“Think positive, Ash. You could stumble upon a guy like that, you know.” “And you have to remember, I never go for the rich and famous,” I said. It was my thing since Kevin Moore. In my version of a fairytale romance, it’s the brave, honorable knight who took home the princess, not the spineless prince charming. The rich kids I went to school with were all bullies, with nothing to show for themselves, except for the flashy gadgets and cars that their parents gave them. I swore off guys like Kevin. He taught me not to hope that I would be enough to hold his heart or attention forever.