Knight Stories Novels & Stories

He was bare chested and only wore his britches, as Seline was laying on his shirt. He had taken it off in a fit a gallantry for her to lay on so the hay would not be so uncomfortable. After that they had lain in the hay and talked for hours. They talked about her sisters’ up coming weddings, they talked about his brother expecting his first child and the constant nagging of his mother for him to court and of the eligible young women in the county. Finally Seline got Will to make up a story for her as a bed time story. It was a wonderful fantasy in which the brave knight goes off to battle to save the kingdom but in the end the fair princess must travel to a distant land to outwit the dragon

Seriously, how come he hadn't noticed this particular door earlier? As though with a mind of its own, his hand slowly grasped the doorknob and in the back of his mind, for some reason, he suddenly remembered a particular story his mother used to tell him when he was younger. ‘Once upon a time, in a land so far away, there was once a young knight who got lost on his way home from war because of a sudden winter storm. On his quest to return home, the knight happened to come across a sad-looking castle filled with treasures littering all over the frost-covered ground, just waiting for someone to... pick them up...’

I asked, sitting on the edge of Zenith's bed. "Tell us the one about the brave knight and the magical forest!" Zendaya exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ah, the brave knight and the magical forest. A classic," I said with a smile. I cleared my throat and began the tale. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a brave knight named Sir Cedric. Sir Cedric was known throughout the kingdom for his courage and kindness. One day, the king called upon him for a special mission. The magical forest, which protected the kingdom, was in danger. A dark sorcerer had cast a spell, causing the trees to wither and the animals to flee."

Or just won't he know the meaning of the word? — Tell the # @ $% of the story just before I call a & * $ ¨ @! Of a guard. —Oops, you escaped … but it was good. — Watch out for the words knight, but you deserved little prince! This is not the way to treat someone your age! Just do me a favour and tell me your part of the story. Not what Rômulo tells. — Naukar is a good diplomat, I forgive her for making a mistake. I had even forgotten that she was here.

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

It would be quite possible. --- Did you like the story and want more? So look at my other two books. In The Knights of the Princess she is the main character, but if you want to know more about her origins, see The Heirs of Thea. ---

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

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.

“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.