Knights Templar Fiction Books Novels & Stories

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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.

“We were not to be part of this spectacle.” He and the others had been quite content to watch this ‘spectacle’ just a few moments ago. The irony of Ambrose’s words was laughable, but she kept her face blank and her internal chuckles to herself. After his squire and supposed surprise gift a week ago, Knight Ambrose grace his presence in Countess Castle, telling her to absorb the plan on stealing the codex of demon. Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it.

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

She smiled. Margo sat open mouthed as she listened to Magdalena and Bernard talk. They discussed death as if it was nothing. She quickly scribbled everything down and leaned back in her chair and sighed. She was thankful that Spencer and his people would be lending a hand to help them take him out once and for all. She frowned as she listened to them talk. It was like they were having fucking tea only the topic of dissucssion was how they were going to kill The Devil’s Knights. “Disgusting.” Margo mumbled and pushed out of her chair.

He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave. … The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered p

They wouldn't argue which story was more truthful than the other. Despite this, Taryn had kept any impulse to throw those tomes out the window at bay, and she had started reading. She read about the legend of the five white knights who, uniting, crushed the Darkness and confined it to another world along with all its evil creatures, waiting to be able to walk in human form on this earth again and when the time came the five knights would be reborn and defeat it forever. She read the legend of the Ucrie, Werod's damned daughters, who have been plotting for thousands of years waiting to awaken their father with the help of the Deorgh.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a