Modern Knight Novels & Stories

The day of the return of the knights, led by Keane Clementine, had come. Outside the palace, the people were waiting for them. Many women stood by, expecting to see who they believed was the most striking man in the Kingdom of Grellis- Keane Clementine, the king’s cousin. In their mind, the king was equally gorgeous as his cousin, but Keane’s attitude hailed him as the most stunning. He was a laid-back and charming person. Similar to the king, the famous knight also had iced-blue eyes but partnered by his silver hair. He was the kind of man no woman could resist.

I closed my eyes when I got in the shower. I can see my nerd, I mean that nerd I bumped into today. But I am kind of curious why she didn’t fall to her knees for me. She did smile at first, then I had to open my big fat mouth and ruin it. God, she is going to be a pain in the ass. I can tell. But then I had an awful idea. Maybe I don’t have to stay away from her. Maybe I can tease and make her life a living hell while she is in my kingdom. If it is so bad for her. Maybe she will leave on her own. But what if I can’t get her to leave? Then I will make her bow down to me. Then she won’t like the outcome when it comes down to that. I will make it so bad for her. No one tells the Knight’s off a

But there was also a hint of vague savageness, characteristic of the Vikings or dark age Templars. Regarding my aim, I was not a sniper, but I was good enough to hit a target a couple of hundred meters away. "That leaves no questions. Now, take this" The knight gave me a medal. A Fenix was rising its fly into the sky as the symbol. "If things get nasty, show this to the guards, they'll let you go without a sound" "Understood" Both the knight and I went to where our mounts were. Lines of well-cared drakes filled my sight as we walked through the stables.

The witches did, but that's a whole other can of worms to be opened another day. But most importantly, the face of the company. Who could forget them? The knights. When you think hunter, those huge brick for brain idiots in black and silver was what came to mind. The knights went to war and did all the physical aspect of a hunters' job and were the only ones who did any actual regular fighting. During Kostov's time, they were all there was to the hunters. Until Stravos became their leader and gave them a more definitive structure.

“I’m just trying to help. I’m not here to steal you, sell you, or do anything you don’t want.” “I don’t trust red-haired witches,” the gnome growls. “Neither do I, mate,” Caleb agrees. Jackass. “I could take you back to Hell and release you wherever you want,” I suggest. “Or somewhere on Earth?” “I am Knight and I do not need a commoner’s help,” he tells me, holding his head high for a second, then it drops with his expression. He seems sad. “I may not have any family left, or royals to serve, but I am still a knight who is destined to fight for justice.”

He sat in the pew opposite mine, refusing to accompany my entourage under our private umbrella. The jousters, with lances in hand, charged forth, their steeds aflight. Their armor glinting, like stars, in the sunlight's radiant light. The crash of wood, the thunder of hooves, the crowd's ecstatic roar. As the knights clashed, their valor and prowess, forever to adore by the crowd. In this fleeting moment, the weight of tradition, and the fire of desire, to see these noble knights, their honor, and their hearts, set on high, like a burning pyre. For in this medieval spectacle, we found a glimpse of chivalry's golden age. What was supposed to be a testament to courage, loyalty, and the unyield

The two of us took a step back, avoiding the raging creature before knights turned their attention to attacking us once again, protecting the lion who kept his eyes on Elijah. The man’s body rose to the air, freezing completely as if turning to stone before that stone exploded. My heart raced against my chest as the key landed around the lion’s neck once again. Natalia’s hands shook as she looked at the ‘stone’ that broke before it turned to a knight, one like the others who had their swords extended toward us, ready to attack. “These knights are all people who died?” Natalia asked, “these games did not just start now.” “They have been going on for centuries, dimwit.” Riya said, glaring dagg

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

This was an old mansion but exquisite and exclusive. The knight family loves to show off their status with power; unlike the king's family, the king’s family was a peaceful family other than these three brothers and sisters. But the knight family differed from other families; the Knight family’s men have over one woman, so they have sons and daughters outside, even though it’s wrong, They still allow these sons and daughters to come inside the knight family’s old house every time in the family meetings; they even carry

He thanked her and then turned towards Xander to ask for his help in finding his mother. "Your Highness... actually..." as Mikhail was about to request an aid from Xander to find his mother, the rumbling on the ground caught his attention and he turned towards the source. Men and horses clad in red armour came into view as they headed directly towards the village. Xander stared at them with a confused expression as he had not sent anyone to contact them. "Greetings to The Sun of The Kingdom! The Blood Knights are here to lend our services!" the knights got off their horses with great coordination and greeted Xander with such vigor as they genuflected.