Novel Knights Novels & Stories

Using that meager advantage to prepare him for what might come. He was astounded at what he’d found. Of all things! Her indignation stemmed from wondering if another woman, impatient with wanting him, had torn his garments to get at his body. When have I time for such a thing? The thought was so ridiculous he nearly laughed. I don’t want any other woman. Innately faithful, Forever Knights, sought only one true mate. Once they found her, no other would be enough. And mine is here. Hating me for everything she imagines I’m doing.

The discreet fist of the kingdom. Makil took it all in with a single, sweeping glance—the posturing lord, the defiant clans, the solitary man on the bridge holding the peace by sheer will. He saw the game. Gryffen wanted a provocation, an excuse to cross that bridge and claim “restoring order.”

They asked if I was okay and I nodded while the crowd settles down. “As this year’s host of the Scavenger hunt, I present our one and only prestigious leader of Sir Knights, Liam Saint.” She bows, and the cheers begin again when a familiar brunette jogs onto the stage with an arrogant smirk on his face. Sir Knights, are the male version of Ladies in Waiting. A Group of pompous asses walk around the academy thinking they’re superior to others because, and in their words, their “exclusive group of young elites” dominate the social activities of the academy. I feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of his bandaged hand and couldn’t help the smug smile that settles on my lips.

but why I feel I'm missing something very important plot of this novel. I'll just recall the contents of the novel and find him (that's what she told , but she slept within 5 minutes.) Morning : "My lady, please wake up , you've to go to the dining hall" Ash said and fetched warm water to wash up and I chose a simple dress , but it's really uncomfortable with corset . I wish I can wear pants and shirts . "Ash , is there pants and shirts for ladies here?"I asked her. She hesitated for a second , and told female Knights wear pants , but they were disgraced by high class ladies. So , most of them wears dresses everywhere .

Raven rolled her eyes and took the book she had placed on the table before fixing her eyes on it again. "Why didn't you tell me?" Daren's struggled to say and he coughed out blood again, spilling it on the floor. "She did," Nicholas said. "With all she explained, you should already know that the liquid is made specifically to kill vampires."

Or that was the case till he heard behind him the announcement: "Mr Claude Knightly, Mr Carl Knightly and Miss Charlotte Knightly are entering!" The entrance of the Knightlies was the sun coming out after the rain. It was light. Their theme was inspired by their name: brave knights and gracious ladies. And they represented it perfectly. Claude stepped towards his eternal enemy and stood in front of him. They looked into each other eyes for a moment. And for a moment everyone held his breath. They looked into each other eyes eagerly. Both were confident. Both were audacious. Both were brave. Both were strong. To be exact, they were the strongest two men in the city.

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…

"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

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

Queenie, Fewa, Argo, and Finiah walked into the palace hall. Drawn swords were ready in their hands. The four men entered with courage. Argo, Finiah, and Fewa in their Knightly armor looked impressive. Meanwhile, Queenie was like a mighty Princess. Leya flew around them. The palace guards were shocked when the four people entered the Hall of the North Sea Royal Palace. The chaotic atmosphere in the hall felt so hard. Some palace officials discussing with King Jumuck stood up and prepared their swords.