Modern Knight Novels & Stories

she was too excited to learn everything in a single day. Her learning spirits were reaching the sky. That was a great thing. “There is hierarchy even in pack knights. There are five tiers of knights. The onyx knights or the black knights. They are rookies who are like students; they train hard and learn the war crafts, but are not assigned any important missions. Then comes the topaz knights. When the onyx knights graduate, they reach the topaz knight level. They get less risky work, like escorting the nobles, joining hunts, etc. Then comes the emerald knights who have gained over five years of knighthood experience. They join important missions like wars, escorting the royal family, etc…”

Because Richard's family is part of the elite group in the Knights, Aleksander will marry us. Next to Richard are his two younger brothers, Zakh and Malik. Like the rest of the men here from the Knights, they're all wearing the black knight's tunic, which has the silver Raventhorn crest embossed on the chest. I try to focus on how handsome and happy Richard looks, but seeing him in that uniform reminds me that the Knights are a secret society. A powerful one dating back to the Viking age who now owns the Komarovski Bratva. As well as leading the Knights, Aleksander Ivanov is also the Pakhan of the Komarovski and the man we all answer to.

Besides being the Dragon King of the Southern Plains, he was also a proficient ancient martial artist. So, he had a certain understanding of international affairs. He knew that some countries in Eyrothia had knights. These knights were equivalent to the ancient martial artists of Sol. Looking at the arrogant young man in golden armor, James nodded and replied, “Yes, I’m James.”

These were no ordinary men; they were superbly built, with chiseled features and an aura of raw power that made even the most devout Muslim woman’s heart flutter. Fatma, a 20-year-old Arab beauty with sultry eyes and luscious curves, watched from her window as the knights paraded through the streets. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the bulges in their trousers hinted at the potent virility that lay beneath. Fatma felt a warmth spreading through her body, a sensation she had never experienced before. Her nipples hardened beneath her abaya, and a dampness began to gather between her thighs.

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

"I'm here to---" "Do I know you?" C.C exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the handsome man in their office. Mia and Lena turned to her, their faces filled with confusion. "You know this arrogant guy, C.C?" Mia asked, her voice laced with disbelief. C.C stepped closer to Onyx, who was smiling at them. "Onyx Samaniego, the fifth Knight. What's a Knight doing here?" C.C asked, her voice filled with surprise. "Y-you're a Knight?" Lena asked, her voice filled with awe. Onyx smiled at them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.