Knights Templar Book Novels & Stories

Then he left. "Thief!?" She whispered. She didn't understand what was going on? She asked the girl in the room about this. "Why did they said that I'm a thief." "I don't know. But, I heard that you stole the king's very important book." The girl replied. Chenyin became confused. Stole? The king's book? What is she talking about? Finally she realized about the secret book. Where is it? She remembered that brother Jiao Long put it in a safe place. Did the king found it.

Kirk’s hackles were up, something was afoot he just had no idea what. Annie and Hugh arrived home and Annie found herself at a loose end, she had hoped that Alpha Solomon had granted her access and she would have been busy in the vault all day looking at scrolls but that was going to have to wait until the police had finished collecting evidence at the Chapel. She made some coffee and settled herself down to do some research of the human version of the Templars. It seemed there a quite a few groups of warrior knights in existence around the time of the Templars. There were the Teutonic Knights and the Hospitaller Knights, and the Teutonic Knights appeared to do very well financially out of

Although the altar layout resembled that of a Chapel, the furnishings were stark and cold, bearing none of the traditional ornament. McEwan gestured through the vast opening that gave way to the circular section of the church. "It looks like a fortress here," she whispered. Jimmy agreed. Even from here, the walls looked unusually strong. "The knights of Templar were warriors," Rodriguez reminded, the sound of his aluminum crutches echoing in this rebounding space. "A religio-military society. Their churches were their stronghold and their banks." As they arrived outside the circular chamber, Rodriguez shot a glance over his shoulder at the altar knight, who was vacuuming in the distance.

Edgar says. Zael opens the drawer and takes out a thick folder and hands it to me. It’s not just a list of churches, but their locations, information about each church, a list of The Templars who live there, the purpose of the church, its history, everything we need to know about the various churches. I start grinning. “Good,” I say. “You did well, Edgar.” “Thank you,” Edgar says and gives me a dopey grin. “Can I go now?”

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... "

Empty. Good. No whispers. Just rows of books that smelled faintly of dust and old leather. I drifted between shelves, trailing my fingers along worn spines. “Herbs of the Southern Marsh,” “Defense Spells of the Fifth Era,” “Principles of Alchemy.” My guards hovered like anxious statues. And then— I stopped. My hand froze on a spine I hadn’t seen in years. The leather was scuffed, the gold lettering half-burnt, but my heart recognized it before my mind did.

“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

Kai took a deep breath and stepped inside, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. The temple was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft whispers of the wind. The walls were lined with ancient manuscripts and scrolls, their contents hidden beneath layers of dust and decay. The clan spread out, carefully examining the texts, searching for any clues that might help them in their battle against the destroyers. "These manuscripts are incredibly old," Seraphina said, her fingers gently brushing over the delicate pages. "They could hold the key to understanding the supreme god's power." Alex's eyes were drawn to a massive stone pedestal in the center of the room. Resting at

Dressed and revived, I pass the corridors of the dormitory. Bare walls, a clean place, with a red Capet. As it has been even before I was in this world. I climb the stairs that lead to the great tower in the middle of this magnificent fortress. My arrival is already expected by many who greet me along the way. At the top of the stairs, I am welcome with the view of Camelot's treasure room. They were not large amounts of gold or jewelry, but armors of good kings and generals, swords forged by master craftsmen. Most importantly, the first version of the codebook of the knights of Castela. The true core and ruler of our nation. Next to it is the large door of the royal library, decorated with s

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,