Modern Knight Novels & Stories

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

Gavin frowned. "He said we're just going to find the princess." Their eyes widened when they heard. "Princess?" They asked at the same time, Gavin nodded. "I'll explain later, but what does that person say that you just have to play to find Sera?" Zera said. He was really confused and didn't think that the people he met earlier were willing to kill. Nash and Clayton looked serious. "You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only about finding her, this game is about killing." Clayton said. Zera gulped at what she heard and the men clenched their fists.

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

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?!

Just a word from their blue-eyes merciless head could banish someone from the country or even doomed for life. They were like the gods in the movie ‘gods of Egypt’. The Knight empire was ruled by the unfeeling billionaire CEO of Knight Industries, Malcolm Knight. According to rumours he was as gorgeous as a Greek god and as unfeeling as the devil himself. She heard he killed people who offended him without a flinch. His name alone sent shivers down people’s spine. Well, that was none of her business, so long as she never come in contact with this demon.