Modern Knight Novels & Stories

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

the knight muttered, "This is a misunderstanding. How about you let me go so we talk this out" "Theres nothing to talk about. And i have a clear understanding of the situation" Morgan told him, "You were captured by the yetis and i for trespassing. You should know your kind is forbidden here. You Dornish pigs" "Yeah the Dornish are pigs but im not a Dornish knight" said knight. "You're a knight right? You're dressed like one" Morgan said. "Well sort of" the knight said. Morgan sighed,"You're all the same to me. You're all scum"

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

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

"She's the monster they warned us never to provoke." Fifty criminals had arrived believing they would hunt a helpless princess. Instead... They had unknowingly stepped into the hunting ground of the empire's most terrifying predator. --- Moments later... The sound of galloping horses echoed through the jungle. Marquis Dane Hens Chalde. Lord Raymond. Commander Noah. Along with dozens of Imperial Knights. They arrived expecting a desperate rescue. Instead... They froze. Every veteran knight stood motionless. These were soldiers who had survived countless battlefields.

The day seemed peaceful and ordinary until a loud cry pierced the air. "A monster attack!" Panic spread through the crowd, turning the once-peaceful scene into chaos. Elen was taken by surprise. The knights swiftly positioned themselves to shield the Lady, while Rami and Rora unsheathed their hidden swords, ready to defend. "Protect the Lady no matter what!" Rami instructed, poised for action. "Are you knights?" Elen asked, eyeing their swords with curiosity. "Yes, we were knights of Adelstein before serving you," Rami affirmed, offering Elen a reassuring smile that conveyed their commitment to keeping her safe.

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

In a real emergency, a knight can be deployed faster than a hundred soldiers, so a few militia are enough to maintain order and prevent beasts. This is also the reason why Baron Lorient firmly believes that after the 'Fireball Technique' has caused casualties and chaos, one Knight leading the troops is enough to defeat the enemy. But he forgot Christine. The image of the knight found online and the knight's armour in this book are thicker and more defensive.

Shima said. “They are with me.” “Please surrender the weapons.” One of the knights said. “I cannot allow that.” Chaerin hissed to him. The knights were taken aback when she dared to point them with her daggers. Princess Alminah turned to the chief Knight. “They mean no harm. Please we cannot make them surrender their weapons.” “You can cut our heads but you can never make us put our weapons in these guards’ hands.” Chaerin said firmly. “I am sorry. But these weaponries are like our siblings to us.” Shima humbly said.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.