Knights In Fiction Novels & Stories

But it wasn't accepted by him (the future of the Ard), not even accepted by them (Knights). The knights of the north were the leaders of the north territory, but the extraordinary thing was that they don't wear the armour of steel or iron, they don't use straight and long sharp edge swords. But still they call themselves the knights. Because they think it's a good name to call by the people. The seventeen knights, and their army of 13 lakhs of unstable monsters (humans but like beasts. Tall, big like giants, and stronger than the rock). Everything was going like usual, peaceful (not literally, the knights were no good people). They forced people to pay taxes, and the total tax was more than

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

Vaughan gave a thoughtful sound, then explained, “the Knights are usually made up of children of noble families, who are not the heir to their family in some way. This tends to breed many spoiled men and women, who will challenge you in every possible way... from wanting to fight you, to prove they are the better warrior, to insults intended to enrage you. Do ignore such taunting. They do this as a means of weeding out those they deem unworthy, and the Knights must always be level-headed. You cannot be Knighted, if you allow anger to cloud your judgement.” Nodding, Lynnette knew right away that Vaughan was speaking from experience in this matter. “There are some exceptions, of course,” Fenry

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

She shook her head, a sense of defeat settling in. The Greek Gods of Advertising "No wonder these Knights are so popular with women," she mused, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Just these three alone are incredibly impressive. They're like Greek gods who descended from Mount Olympus to charm the world." She couldn't help but think back to the handsome stranger who'd rescued her earlier. "He could definitely be one of these Knights. They're all wealthy, and Mia was right – they seem elusive, with very little information available about them. They're practically anti-social! How can I charm them if I don't know anything about them? These three are out of the question. Who's number two?"

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

“YOUR GRACE,” the royal knights’ commander called. “My men cannot hold any longer.” Daniel knew it would come down to this, the majority of the royal knights could not use magic and physical strength was weak compared to magic, especially against the Tower of Gods’ Mages. “Where the hell are the knights?” the duke asked his commander. They had sent for them a while ago. At least more knights from House Van Konigl could use magic, and the rest had magical shields and swords. They could do more damage than the royal knights.

Vincent seated beside him putting his sword down as they gaze upon the blue bright sky, and the snow falling. "What do you mean? " He asked, but Vincent give him a smile. "A knight is the kingdoms shield, its vanguard and its wall to protect those he wishes to protect. If you want to be a good knight, be a good friend and if you don't know how then ask yourself, what does friendship needed that not a lover can fulfil, that is trust and closer responses." That's right, a good friend is they know how to control themselves so that they won't push those precious to them away.

The knights prepared their weapons, as expected of a special unit in charge of the royal family, their weaponry was one of the most powerful that the kingdom could offer. Semi-automatic rifles, halberds, and swords infused with magic, unbreakable shields, and armors that inspired respect among their comrades. They could have fought with all their might if their enemy wasn´t the people they were supposed to protect. What´s worse, they didn´t know the reason for their actions, so the guilt of killing a possible victim will haunt them for as long as they live. But they had to do it, if not, they would be defying all the things they stand for as the protectors of the first prince.

As the knights approached them, they unsheathed their swords andplanted their foot to the ground ready to engage the rivals. Unlikethe rest, Volk maintained his position until two knights made totouch him and he held them both and swung them back to theircommander. He was taken aback to have seen a man swinging hisfellow man like a ball. This was only practiced by their king. Theother knights attacked them.