Knights Templar Book Novels & Stories

What I learned from Amethyst blew my mind away. It felt like I had stepped into another world—one filled with forbidden desires, intrigue, lust, passion, and untold possibilities through the images flashing on the walls. I watched in fascination as images of bodies tangled with one another and passionate interaction flashed across the walls, showing the emotions, the intimate parts, and the forbidden acts happening in different rooms of Amethyst. Everything was so forbidden I thought my breath had left me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bewitching display. Each image seemed to pulse with a raw intensity. Their movements were fluid and uninhibited as if they were lost in a world of the

I turned all the lights on and looked around, trying to decide where to start my search. There was a book Mom cherished, that I’d read a couple of years earlier, and if I wasn’t wrong, it talked about ley lines. It was Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum. It was a great piece of fiction, written with the most exquisite sarcasm I’d ever read, about three Italian intellectuals who, mostly in jest, end up piecing together the Knight Templar’s alleged plan to rule the world. And one of the alleged tools the Knights would use to achieve their ultimate goal was telluric energy. I recalled something about big monuments as some sort of headstocks to channel and direct this energy. Monuments like la To

The seed of doubt had already been planted. The King let out a slow breath before turning to his daughter. "Bring the Book." The Princess lifted the heavy tome—The Book of the Inquisition. A wave of dread passed over the older nobles and knights. Some paled at the sight of it. Others clenched their jaws as if reliving old wounds. Berg exhaled sharply with regret and pain. William exchanged a look with John. What was this book? Why did it hold such weight? Rolfe took a step forward. "My liege, must we go this far?"

About ten armed knights in silver armor and blue cape were on position in front of the Capital Library. “Are you done?” Divine Knight Kael spoke with a smirk on his lips. He was riding on an armored horse behind the ten knights. “What are you doing here, Sir Kael?” Tristan stormed his silver eyebrows, looking confused. Kael extended his right hand towards the young man. “The King demands for your presence.”

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

“Well, the Hunter’s Corps was the largest organization governed by 10 Vedic Knights, six of them being kings of allied nations. Till three years ago that is. We were attacked by Everlastings back then. With Hunter’s law being what it is they had to participate in the ‘Everlasting War’, and it wasn’t pretty. Thousands of our members were killed and many of them left us after the war.

Thank you for reading Lorenzo's story. I hope that you have enjoyed it. Please note, from this point forward, it is Dario's story. Similar trigger warnings are still in place for this book. As well as, the following. Focus on mentally unstable man. Talk of child abuse. Miscarriage scene. There is also graphic torture detail, and some scenes of BDSM within it. This book features someone who has a lot of mental health issues caused by his childhood. This is the final story within the series. It is shorter than the others as 90% of their relationship is within the past, and not seen as a commitment.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

“The council will want to hear this.” “Not yet.” My hand covered the book instinctively. “Let me study it first.” His gaze dropped to my hand. His voice softened just slightly, that usual brooding edge curling into something warmer. “You’re not just a knight anymore, Abby.” “I know.” “Storm Knight or not, this—” he gestured to the pages, to the diagrams pulsing faintly under candlelight “—this isn’t just summoning. This is a door to things even the Queen keeps sealed.”