Knights Templar Book Novels & Stories

“My mother used to tell me stories about it.” We both leaned forward to read the passage. The Legend of the Sacred Flame. The Knights Templar was founded by French knight Hugues de Payens and eight companions. During the First Crusade, a small detachment of Templar knights found themselves trapped in a hidden valley, surrounded by enemy forces. This specific group of Knights went on to form the Order of Templar. As night fell and hope dwindled, a radiant being descended from the heavens. The angel, shimmering with ethereal light, carried a torch of blazing blue fire. The Angel spoke to the knights, proclaiming that this Sacred Flame was a gift, meant to guide and protect them in their darkes

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

(Pope Leonardo) Seeing the nun seductive look, he grab her neck and lift her body entirely before holding her thigh in a M shaped, before dropping here on his lap, inserting his erected dick inside her honey wet snatch, she was convulsing as she was filled inside, Pope Leonardo immediately thrusting his hip a few times before ejaculating deep inside her. . As he tried to do Sister Alicia from behind, a knock comes from the door, the door slowly opened and a man in his mid 40 wearing a full silver Templar amour comes in and kneel before the throne whilst the one on it still shagging his hips. "Your Holiness,…the situations has gotten worse, recently there's been an attack at

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

He became very upset when his attack failed to kill any of the five pillar warriors. "Interesting trick. You're quite exceptional when it comes to escaping. Has that become a habit of yours?" Aji Sangkala quipped. "Such an outstanding prince and known as a rebel. Your story is very famous and is neatly displayed as history in some houses to commemorate how foolish a prince was to want to fight thirteen demons and his own siblings." Brahma Angkara smiled slyly. "So, Aji Kala Karna has changed history so far? Is he already comfortable living under the roof of a palace built with blood?" Aji Sangkala regretted the warrior's words.

I pass the key to him and stumble forward when I hear the ear-piercing crushing sound coming from the second floor of the mansion before me. "For how long?" I make a panic sound, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Since he has returned home, which couldn't be more than half an hour, ma'am." The guard sounds concerned, and I follow him, matching his steps as he hurries toward the mansion. Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call. Maybe they didn't hear the ring. You gave me your number last time you came with Ms. Brooklyn for project wo

“You’re serious, you’re not messing with me?” She shakes her head, “I swear to the goddess Tawny, this book has words. I’ll read it to you.” She clears her throat “Three gifts will be given to each of the chosen one’s Knights: The King, The Commander, The Councilor, and The Savior. Connected as one they will protect what she carries, and the realm from the destruction of the gods.” “Isn’t that what Ashe told you and Mathias?” “It is,” she answers me, her nose still stuck in the book. “I think it’s a prophecy or prophecies.” Lamia looks up and around at our surroundings. I think they are all prophecies. Ashe’s visions, past and present.”

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

I said urgently. "The Shadowed Knights. They have some kind of book, and they're using it to... to prepare for something they call the Convergence." "Did you see where they were?" Kael asked immediately. "No, but..." I closed my eyes, trying to recall more details from the vision. "There were symbols on the altar. Carved into the stone. They looked familiar somehow." Mira quickly sketched the symbols I described, her historian's training evident in her precise lines. When she showed me the drawing, a jolt of recognition went through me.

It was his job. The knight wasted no time. He hastily knocked on every door that was around him, making sure it was empty. He was pushed around by scattered people, fighting for their own life. Wooden planks began collapsing, only spreading the fire further and faster. He had no time. "George!" Anthony called, cupping his hands over his mouth. "George!" He yelled again. He could only hope his king wasn't trapped somewhere inescapable. He kept his focus on the best-case scenario.