Knights Backyardigans Novels & Stories

He spat as he sent a blast of black-coloured magic in the air. A new horn sounded, and a slow wave of hidden soldiers came out of the wood from the northeast side. They pulled ropes attached to wooden slabs that covered the ground, and underneath were dozens of holes filled with children. They wobbled in their oversized armour and sometimes tripped over the ladder they had to climb to get out of the pits. Once the children were out, a thinner line of knights followed them from behind, poking them with long spears, so they advanced.

There, four knights were waiting for us. “Your Majesties,” they hurriedly greeted us as we entered. “Addison, take a seat there,” Gregory ordered me, and pointed to a scarlet velvet armchair located against the left wall. Without saying a word I did what he told me to do. The knights took their places and began talking among themselves. “It is the Trobetians, they are causing troubles at the border again,” Luke declared. “But why the drums? What do they want with it? Liven up the afternoon by playing music?” Rudyard asked sarcastically.

Chapter 14 Getting my brother to come to the city is a lot harder than I had anticipated. He's being the usual douche bag by rejecting my calls even after I had called him more times than I could count and when he did, he answered with his usual arrogant tone, making me want to tear his head open and inspect, to see what composed of his brain(Possibly kgs of dried dog poo), I threatened to crush his balls if he didn't come to meet me. So, here I am waiting for my dear brother.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

She says, looking at our sheathed swords. "There's only one way to find out. Come on, guys." Everyone followed us out to the back garden. Wyatt, Jock, and I stand in a small circle and remove our swords. Does anyone else hope that when we put our blades together, it makes a skittle rainbow appear? Maybe that's what will kill that witch: a bad toothache. Focus, Jessi. Now is not the time to think about how long it's been since you've had some skittles.

“Imbecile? That’s a new one.” Rage coursed through me. I pointed my finger at him. “I’ll have you know that many women own sex toys and there isn’t a damn thing wrong with it. I’ve been with plenty of men that haven’t cared one bit.” Knight’s lips lifted into a grin. “Those men aren’t my brother, though.” With a laugh, he spun around and took off. “KNIGHT!” I charged after him, following the twists and turns of the hallway. My magic flared again, and I grabbed hold of it.

“Almost by my side, huh? Does that mean I’m being banished to some distant corner of the palace?” “Banished?” I feigned shock, raising an eyebrow with a playful pout. “Why, Sir Knight, whatever would give you that impression?” He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Let’s just say your father’s glare could curdle milk at ten paces, Annalisa.” Stepping into the kitchen, I was greeted by the most peculiar sight. Adrian, the valiant knight who could slay dragons with one hand tied behind his back, was… well, let’s just say battling a particularly stubborn pancake.

She was getting old, she thought. Khloe stared at the small backyard, eyes traveling around the green grass and the few trees. In a human's perception, the backyard was quite large but she knew this could not possibly be big enough to train two whole dragons, "so…” she began, “this is where you train?” she asked very unconvinced. Abigail chuckled, moving further into the yard before turning back, "no, this is way too small for a dragon, " she began, "have you ever heard of Pockets? " she asked slyly, a smirk going on her face.

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

Uncle Albrun asks. I nod silently, suddenly extremely nervous. Lysander, Winnie, Albrun, and I all walk into the backyard which butts up against the woods, giving us plenty of space to work. You ready for this Morgs? Winter asks. As ready as I’ll ever be. I reply. (Lysander’s P.O.V)