Knight's Tale Book Novels & Stories

Heath felt he was drowning in the middle of a vast lake. However, he felt he could still breathe normally. In the depths of the lake, he saw the reflection of his childhood. Harriet, his sister who still looked very young, was giving him a lap pillow, stroking his hair. Her eyes were closed, but she was telling a tale about the Great Knight. As Heath recalled, it was a very thrilling story. The Great Knight on a white horse braved the hordes of sabre-toothed monsters, opening a path for light to enter the darkness.

It was a knight. He was the male heroin she had always imagined. Tall with good built. A perfect golden hair. A mesmerizing eye. And a deep soothing voice. He was perfect in her eyes. It was a good thing that she had lose her thick glasses and put a little make up, even it was forbidden before going out. For if she failed to do so, he would not be talking to her. That was she thought. “Its uhmm…” She was enthralled that she forgot the book she was reading. “Here.” She took off the fake cover and showed the knight the title. It was The Egyptian Quest.

I needed someone who understood potions and poisons, someone who could help if things went wrong in ways I couldn't predict. The wives and families of the knights gathered along the edges of the courtyard. Some held children, small faces pressed against shoulders, too young to understand what was happening but old enough to sense the weight of it. Others stood alone, their hands twisted together, their eyes fixed on the men they might be seeing for the last time. I forced myself to look at them. To really see them. The woman with graying hair whose son was in the front line. The young mother holding twins who couldn't be more than two years old. The teenager whose brother had just joined the

“Your pieces, then.” “Many pieces think they are players simply because they move,” he murmured, sliding a bishop into a line that pressed against my center in a way I felt behind my ribs. “It’s… charming.” “And the knight?” The word was out before I could stop it. “What does a knight think he is?” “Dangerous,” Kael said, and his tone made the word less threat than fact. “Because he arrives where he shouldn’t.” I let the silence sit. I let him think he’d named what I was asking. Maybe he had. Maybe I didn’t even know what I was asking yet.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

It felt like I’d been left to die in the desert. “They fought. He ran off and fell,” Kailin explained. “Fight? They just got married, and they’re already fighting. What made them fight that they ended up acting like rabid wolves?” “The book.” I heard Zarah breathe deeply. “Of course. I told her to tell Knight. And I guessed she did not, and he read the book. These two are the death of me.” For a few moments, I felt a warm hand on my forehead. And then it was gone.

Did the saints heal them both or did the witches lift their disease? He put his qualms and concerns out of his mind. Ambrose There was something puzzling in his pace, enough to send his hand to his sword just in case. It was like something was weighing him down on one side and his muscles were struggling to compensate for his lack of balance as he watched Leo. He was the kind of knight who'd been born alert. He was never childish. He was a serious man with a serious sword and dagger who rolled off the assembly line within his men. He had a standard-issue white face with ordinary square shoulders and squarer chin. Eyes are always alert and watching. Watching everybody's movement. After the ev

She knows I do not know but still asked. “No. Would the answers be in these books?” Opening my eyes, I see her smiling as she stands, motioning me to follow her. With a sigh, I sit up, push my chair back and stand. After a week of being here and getting to know the Priestess, I have learned she would rather show and not tell. Leading me down rows of shelves to the far right side of the library, I notice the books slowly becoming older and older the farther we walk until I notice the books turning from leather bound journals to baskets full of scrolls. One catches my eye, a basket labeled “The Tale of the Lost Princess” and I reach out to take it, wanting to know what was said about me when I

The darkness of the White Mountain was illuminated with the little shadow of the moon, dark clouds covered the horizon and only the unforgiving gale of winter was their companion. Fairy Knight Henry heard them from the darkness of the trees, and as he approached, he saw the outlines of the warriors and the young legendary Prenah in the shimmering moonlight. He came down upon the warriors with the fury of the feral knight. His sword flashed in the light of the pale, heavenly orb. Their blood reached the ground before a scream could even pass their lips, and in an instant, he stood alone with the young fairy, and the bodies of his men littered at his feet.

"May, don't tell me... you already..." How can it be?! She's still a kid! "N-no, not yet." Looking at me with a straight face, May shook her hand wildly. "The male lead in the book is a swordmaster, just like the crown prince. The crown prince is the commander of White Eagle Knights. They are the best knight order in the empire, second only to the Paladin Knights." I frowned slightly when she suddenly brought up the story about Alistair's knighthood. "The Crown Prince is such an amazing man."