Knights And Magic Novels & Stories

Frontier Knights are superior over normal Knights as they are given medicines to boost their magic in times of need, but even without the medicine a single frontier knight could take out 20 knights. At the very top is the Royal Knights, the ones who receive direct orders from the King. Known for their massive mana reserves and high aptitude in using magic, they are agile, smart, flexible and could fight for more than a day without rest. Trained by the person who brought down an enemy army on his own.

As the battle for Arcadia raged violently as the Knights of the Sky Raiders fought the possessed remains of the Silver Hammer. Khorn and many other knight companies fought fiercely against their ancient enemy as they slowly pushed forward. With each step they took many knights fell to the demon's trickery and their vile blood magics. "STAND WITH ME BROTHERS WE FIGHT IN THE NAME OF THE DREAMERS AND FOR REQUIEM, CHARGE!" Khorn roared.

Also the cultivation technique can also be help to develop Knights until Diamond Level. Finally, I can start to build my own Army. He shift his attention to the new Mission below. [ Mission : Raise the level of your 10 knights to Silver Level] [ Reward: Magician Occupation] [ Mission: Hunt a hundred Iron Level Beast 0/100 ] [ Reward: 10x Healing Potion ( Superior Grade)]

His lips curled with a smile. HUNTERS/MAGIC knights ranking system; 1.) Squire: 530-PL: Rank D 2.) Officer: 845-PL: Rank C 3.) Knight: 1150-PL: Rank B 4.) Commander: 1450-PL: Rank A 5.) Supreme Commander: Rank S 6.) Vedic Knights. PS: PL= Power Level. *** I am already A-Ranked, only two more to become one of the strongest Knight in the world. Am I great or what? Such thoughts flooded his mind. Why wouldn’t it? It was his dream to strongest in the world. That was the only way to get what he wanted.

My neck screams in pain from the long hours of bending from sketching and spending a couple of hours burying my nose in the laptop. I moved my neck side by side with a grimace, and then the elevator door opened. My heart thudded strongly against my will at the sight of the man who magically appeared in front of my eye. Although seeing him in the workplace doesn't seem like magic, it appears that way to me because Gray Westmore is like a magical creature. I am convinced that he had that power to make me weak, his gaze alone made my skin tingle and made my heart race with excitement despite my brain telling me to stop. “Get in” It wasn't a plea but an order and for some reason, I obeyed.

He dodged a couple of swipes of the blade with ease, then threw his fist out and caught Damion in the jaw. I was so distracted by the battle between Damion and Tor that I only just realized that the burners and wolves had started their own fight and I was in the epicenter of it. I had to dodge a burner who had just been tossed like a ragdoll. Looking around me rapidly, I watched as all h*ll broke loose. Fireballs started to fly across the battlefield and I watched in horror as they landed on a group of wolves and sent them flying. I turned to see where the fire magic was coming from. My eyes landed on the balcony where the robed sorcerers were attacking from above.

Each exchange had been at the meetings the leaders of the seven magics held once a century. We arrived quickly. Gabriel halted at the edge of Keening Forest. It was known for its giant pine trees, and hostile phantoms said to be able to make you crazy or hallucinate or both. Seeing one wasn't high on my list, but it was highly likely we would. Gabriel released me, allowing my feet to crunch against the dried grass. "This way," I said, wanting to get this over with before it began. "I don't know," Ryden said, her high voice quivering. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, can't you command Devoran to come to you?"

I need to be his personal healer when he will be commanding the expedition with the knights and ninja warriors. It happens every year, the army is preparing for an expedition of 3 months to the magic that is around the world. Magic's belongs to Porto, which is in the north. The north isn't owned by anyone so we can freely take it greedily, Rosla is the country where's magic is needed the most, if there isn't any magic in Rosla, the magical physician can't heal or perform treatments. "I can't be your personal healer, it should be Raphael!" I said, standing up abruptly.

"Although now, it's probably technically yesterday." Nix, Graysten, and Jeremiah all looked at each other, their faces showing either skepticism, disbelief, or outright shock. "But you're a Prime Direct. How is that even possible?" Jeremiah asked of Kiema. She shrugged. "I came late to the magic game, I guess you could say." Jeremiah snorted, skepticism still very much drenching his features. "Right." "It's true. None of us knew we had magic outside of Kiema being a healer and myself a Mage," Kord added.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.