Modern Knight Novels & Stories

Knowing Jacob and his family it might be something weird . Now , that I was left alone , I glanced around the entrance hall . Because the first time I was a little too preoccupied , I didn't see it properly but now that I saw it carefully I only had one thought in my mind and that was - bloody hell The Knight were truly loaded ! The Knight mansion architecture was quite similar to a medieval palace , on the ceiling was a hanging raindrop crystal chandelier with an interchangeable U shaped seven seater lounger at center with a thick Polypropylene Gold lining carpet sitting under it . Bouquet vases were placed at every corner of the room , one was even flying up in the air - wait flying up in

Five years later… In the desolate border village of Dreadmoor Kingdom, near the edges of the known lands, flames devoured the night. The village was a picture of ruin — homes caved in, livestock scattered, children’s cries echoing across the smoke-choked streets. Dark, cloaked figures moved with inhuman precision, their weapons gleaming with a sickly red sheen. These were the infamous Dark Knights, the soldiers of the dark lord Kal. These dark knights who had stayed hidden for years since the war five hundred years ago, buried in the shadows had reemerged two years ago.

But it wasn't accepted by him (the future of the Ard), not even accepted by them (Knights). The knights of the north were the leaders of the north territory, but the extraordinary thing was that they don't wear the armour of steel or iron, they don't use straight and long sharp edge swords. But still they call themselves the knights. Because they think it's a good name to call by the people. The seventeen knights, and their army of 13 lakhs of unstable monsters (humans but like beasts. Tall, big like giants, and stronger than the rock). Everything was going like usual, peaceful (not literally, the knights were no good people). They forced people to pay taxes, and the total tax was more than

Upon knowing that the knight was still not speaking he spoke first because that was the training he made them experience, 'Never talked first before the master speaks first' "Speak" With that cue, the knight had spoken news that surprised him suddenly because it was different, a piece of different news that he wasn't expecting to know. "Your highness, there happened a secret attack inside the commoner's village afterward the intruders had fired the house," the shadow knight said respectfully to Arthur while still kneeling and bowing making Arthur raise an eyebrow and be confused at all

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

“So what if they’re strong?” The fourth princess was showing a horrible expression at this moment. “I made sure that Mandy Zimmer’s defenses were the weakest. “And other than us, there were also other people who were planning to get their hands on her. “How did we even fail if that was the case?! “There’s just no way! “The Knights of the Round Table are elites of the Knights Templar! “They have the strength of a thousand men each! They’re peak Kings of Arms! How could they have failed?!

“Glennwood? I have never known anyone by that name. And you say I killed this man? I think you must have the wrong person. I’m sorry for your loss, uhh… sir. But can you tell me more?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” Still barring the way in front of me, Cillium began to snarl. I laid a hand on my young knight's shoulder, quieting him. I could feel the tension within him with or without his ability. I felt the same. *Do we attack, Alpha?* Surry’s voice came from behind us.

"Why aren't you here yet? All the pack members and Elders are waiting for you." As I stared at the screen, my lips curled into a mocking smile. I didn't bother responding to him. Instead, I just blocked him and the other members of the Silvermoon pack. What he didn't know was that just half a month earlier, I agreed to be the mate of Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—the Nightblood pack. Soon after the plane landed in the North, I would be marked by him and become his Luna. … "Lucas, my wolf is ready," I said as I stood in front of the mirror.

With the army's attention drawn towards the berserker, Kent sneaked towards the city while the marines and knights screened the charging soldiers. He made his way on what was left of the makeshift bridge and a broken barricade. The sight of dead civilians was too unsettling for a knight to see as it breaks every rule and code made by their founder. The Knights’ Code states that for every innocent and defenseless who died in the battle between the knights and their enemies, a prayer of peace must be offered in order to allow the innocent to pass into the heavenly realm. Sadly, there was little time to mourn the dead as he moved through the streets – passing through several soldiers of the New

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.