Knights Of The Sound Table Novels & Stories

It happens everywhere in the world, not just where I am, I watched them talk, the biker guy got angry, he yelled, he hit the table a few times and when he did, I took a step back, hiding, I don’t get between people when they fight, it’ll end up having me hurt. I saw the guys in suits sit back, watching the biker yell and scream until he left their table, they left some money on the table and left, not without throwing one last look toward me, he smiled at the blond guy, the pretty guy, before finally leaving. I went back toward their table and took the money they left, he didn’t simply leave me a tip, he left five hundred dollars, people hardly leave a fiver!

The King continued, "May this tournament be a testament to our kingdom's strength and unity. Let the games commence, and may the best knight prevail!" As he resumed his seat, the trumpets blared, signaling the start of the joust. Knights in gleaming armor rode out onto the field, their horses prancing with excitement. Banners fluttered in the breeze, and the air buzzed with energy. Ahvi leaned closer to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "This is it! Look, there's Lord Cromwell!" She pointed eagerly to a knight with a striking red plume on his helmet. I followed her gaze and spotted Sirius Black among the combatants, his black curls peeking out from under his helmet. He glanced toward the Em

Chantelle (Lady 4) sighed: “So, they are off the table.” Lady 5 and Lady 6 sat quietly in the background although their eyes were on the photographs of the young men on the table. Babitha: “The terrors that you need to avoid is the three musketeers, Neilson Livingstone, Adrian Montaque and Christopher Walter” Michelle: “Terror?”

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

The head of the Knights sent three of his men to check what was happening outside of their walls. Desire and every other person in the mansion waited all day for the men sent to return. The loud, sharp sound didn’t stop and it went on for hours. Cassandra held on to Desire all through as the little girl was scared of what was happening. Desire swallowed hard at her gut feeling. Even though she didn’t know what that sound was, she knew the war had begun but decided to keep quiet and not say anything to avoid putting everyone in a bad state of mind. By the time the knights returned, the loud sound was already nearer to their gates, they could hear it clearly. The knights that had been sent rod

(Major Fontana) The rows of Knights, gloriously take their sheathed sword, hold it in front of them and slammed them on the ground, creating a booming sound that silent the crowd, then announced the entrance of the today hero.

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"

A second knight fell, his mouth opening in a silent gasp as her dagger pierced through his neck. A knight heard the gasps from their fellow knights and reached for the lamps, but that was the mistake. I could hear my uncle’s voice in my head, “Fight darkness with darkness. Focus on the sound, focus on the whisper of air, don’t lose your calm, else you will die, no matter how skilled you are.” Then a third. A fourth. Panic set in when their fellow knights did not answer after they heard the sound of metal clacking. The remaining knights huddled closer together, their discipline fracturing. Someone fumbled with their lantern, the flame nearly dying before flaring back to life.

It must have been the sex drug clouding her judgment, she reasoned to herself. ********** Another week has passed by and when Saturday came, Victory found herself sandwiched in between Aaron and Arthur at the dining table, having dinner with the Knights. The night was cool and cloudless, stars twinkled from up above and a slow gust of wind were blowing from the east. It was the perfect weather to be having a dinner party. And inside the Knight mansion, five Knights and one Sinclair were seated at the dining table, talking rambunctiously to each other. Abigail had again outdone herself as the host.

It was heavily guarded and had only one entrance that was currently the center of attention for the many Knights stationed here. Two Palace Knights were standing shoulder to shoulder, their black gold and red uniforms adding another layer of anxiousness to the atmosphere as I came closer. Their weapons were still sheathed but their hands were resting on the hilts of their swords, preparing them to be drawn if necessary. And standing in front of these cold faced Knights with her back to me was Lady Spornette. She looked to be shaking and her voice carried her desperate plea that stunned me.