Knights Of Magic Novels & Stories

“Are you a knight?” The innkeeper cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered menfolk, who were all keenly following the conversation. I was glad I was not the only person to think he looked like one. “A mage,” Rivyn sat back on his chair. “Though I have competently wielded a sword on occasion,” he added in such a way that I knew with certainty that he was as much a knight as he was a mage, despite his demurring. The innkeeper agreed with me, his expression avid. “A mage knight,” he said. “That’s exactly what we need to kill this dragon.”

Zhi said loudly. "Come on you guys!" continued Zhi. The four knights climbed on the wide wooden pulpit while only Adir stepped forward a few steps from there because the trophy only showed the names of five people. Everyone's gaze turned to Altair and whispers about him having a strong Mana spread among the knights of the Bedros family. After standing in their respective positions they waited their turn to be called. All went safely until it was the turn of the chief knight who accompanied Zhi to the investigation yesterday, Mased. The tentacle headed towards Mased quickly and squeezed it as hard as the previous female knight had done.

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

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.

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.

That's how fast they fought. Suddenly, Michael appeared above on air, while Gathouŕ5 on the ground looking at Michael above him. "Fire magic: ten knights of scaal!" Casting it, ten knights in a formed of a fire descending fast towards Gathouŕ. This ten knights of fire were huge. The air the fire passes through became densed and heavy and dry. Gathouŕ feels the hotness of the scorching knights of fire forwarding towards him in a fast speed. As it was nearing the hotness getting hotter and hotter. Gathouŕ could feel it in his skin how it forming a blisters and quite a few shredded some. Gathouř on the other hand also casted his own ability.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

Edward Sinclair is always busy, managing the family's business empire while her mom, Marilyn Sinclair had social events and several charitable organisations to oversee. Being an only child, she loved hanging out with the Knight family. They provided her with the banter and warmth of having siblings to tease. Victory's gaze roamed to the three very attractive bachelors that were seated at the dining table. The three Knight siblings are very different from each other. Arthur is the stuffy and serious older brother, Aaron is the cheeky jester while Adrian is the shy youngest brother. Victory felt that she fitted right in with the three. She was the balance against Aaron's boisterous personality

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.