Knights And Magic Watch Novels & Stories

“Level one is in an hour. Therefore, I do suggest that you start reviewing these maps and scrolls while you wait.” A few maps and scrolls appeared in front of us, and I frowned, looking at them as they opened, revealing helmets and knights. The main helmet was golden, floating over the others and it was as if a war was happening in whatever hologram we were seeing. I could tell that it was all magic, and though I knew the fate that awaited us during the period, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat amazed by the map’s details and beauty. It was almost surreal. In reality, I knew that it might be for some, but to us, this was all very real, beautiful, and accurate. “You have one hour, and I do su

"As you should King Alpha. The councils are only looking out for the Kingdom. Pur Kingdom thrived good on your reign and we want to make sure that the next ruler will be as good as you or much better in handling a Realm." I nod in response and showed a smile. "I understand ghe concerns. That should wrap everything up for today. Thank you so much for investing your time and efforts. Rest assured thay everything will be handled." The meeting ended after that. I was left alone on the throne room. Suddenly I heard what Knight said earlier, in my head. "I will go and fix some matters on the Starry Curse Pack. You can attend that meeting yourself." Those are the exact words that he said earlier th

III The camp fire slowly burned, the shaman cheerfully moved his staff. The knight moved his hand back and forth across the hilt of longsword. Albin looked at the brim of his goblet. The night was peaceful, will it last? The answer for that question, they didn't have. Did they care? It was hard to say. "Why don't you take next watch," the shaman said. "Do it," the knight mocked. "Do it." "Why would I?" Albin replied.

She bowed in courtesy, then returned her attention to the book she is now holding. The news was spread out to the Kingdom later on that day, announcing the engagement of one of the most powerful family in Enchantia. And soon enough it reached the hearing of a certain pair of long ears. "May is on the move." Jim smirked. "I wonder if she chose the right people to meddle with." He then flip a shiny object in his hand, revealing an emblem made of silver with dual swords hidden behind a shield that have a crown engraved in its smooth surface. It is well-known symbol throughout the kingdom and an evidence that will pull them closer to their culprit.

Magus was swinging what looked like green whips, beheading several knights as I watched. Though it looked like we had a chance, it was still a nightmarish sight to behold. We may have a chance to live through this... A kind of hope I hadn’t felt in a long time swelled through me.

Knights were gathered in clusters—some sharpening blades, some stirring pots over low fires. “Lady Abby!” One of the younger knights waved me over, holding out a small crate. “Mana stones and monster materials,” he said proudly. “Already sorted.” I accepted the crate with a nod. Inside, I could see the dull gleam of stones—half of them still warm from battle. Fangs. Claws. Even a few blackened feathers from one of the rift beasts. “Good work,” I said, voice steady. Alaric stepped up beside me again, glancing down into the crate.

He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched as unease settled into his bones. Mateo dreamed of fire and water meeting—not clashing, but circling one another, wary and curious. None of them saw the figure lift a hand. A thin thread of magic extended outward—not a spell meant to harm, but one designed to measure. It brushed the edge of the mansion’s wards and recoiled slightly, as if surprised. “Oh,” the watcher murmured, a smile touching its voice. “You’ve grown teeth.” The wards shimmered faintly, adjusting, learning.

Bianca added: “Magic must support, not dominate. The wolves ground us. The people hold us. The blade guides us.” I realized then that my role as the watcher, the map‑keeper was as vital as a warrior's blade or mage’s spell. I sketched new connections on parchment: linking frost‑guards in the north with river‑watchers in the south; tying rune‑mages to wolf‑packs; creating circuits of vigilance. Through the window I watched rain begin to fall soft, steady. The bombing of ash wasn’t yet, but the grey skies knew our forging. I felt the blade’s hum in my thigh. The storm grew.

Finally, I sealed it with a wooden stopper and placed it back on the rack. “It’s still not right.” I tapped the test tube filled with the dark red liquid. “Look—these particles are all floating on the surface, and the color is off. Dark Knights aren’t mages. Besides, attribute-infused knight weapons are still a relatively new field. How are they supposed to control something as volatile as fire magic?” The disappointment in their eyes flickered only briefly before one of them hurriedly asked, “Then what should we do?”

Just like Rhett’s the dark eyes held a flash of white in the center and I knew he was one of the Queens four knights. The tension in the room became thick, our magic stifling the air and the worry of her mate and mine bled into the room. “Back off Hunji,” Rhett warned stepping in front of me. “I can feel their magic at war.” He growls, eyes on me. “War?” I question with surprise, pulling my sight from the white witch and turning them on her mate. “War?” I repeat and the white witch scoffs.