Novel & Cerita Novel Knights

It crashed into the far wall and slumped to the floor, leaving a grisly smear of red in its wake. Knox turned his pitiless gaze upon the remaining nobles, who shrank back in open terror. Many fell to their knees, hands clasped in desperate pleas for mercy that would not come. Even the bravest knights and warriors could do naught but cower before the sheer, overwhelming force of Knox's power and fury.

The head of the Knights sent three of his men to check what was happening outside of their walls. Desire and every other person in the mansion waited all day for the men sent to return. The loud, sharp sound didn’t stop and it went on for hours. Cassandra held on to Desire all through as the little girl was scared of what was happening. Desire swallowed hard at her gut feeling. Even though she didn’t know what that sound was, she knew the war had begun but decided to keep quiet and not say anything to avoid putting everyone in a bad state of mind. By the time the knights returned, the loud sound was already nearer to their gates, they could hear it clearly. The knights that had been sent rod

What! Mortals? Going to hell? Yang Xiao almost choked with laughter when he heard those words. He was a firm materialistic person. He did not believe in God, mortals, or hell. "Aren't you also a mortal? Go to hell now!" Yang Xiao glared at him, held his Dragon's Wrath Sword, and rushed forward. Obviously, the Knights of the Holy Court were different from other knights in Europe. Not only were the Holy Knights of the Holy Court equipped with light armor for their guards, but even their mounts and horses were also equipped with good saddles and equipment that could cover an area of more than 80% of the horse's body.

Thorn said, analyzing the situation, “Leave one side door open—the one in the kitchen. Just say the healer might need to leave to fetch some herbs. Take a man with you, hide yourselves well. I’ll join you soon.” Hugo nodded and quickly strode off. At the great hall of the prince castle, twelve dark knights, fully armored with kite shields and knightly swords, stood with pride and devotion for their prince. No one knew the true identities of the twelve onyx knights. Their order of chivalry was an odd mixture, made up of knights from all ranks. The existence of the order was a violation of the traditional rules themselves, and each member was personally chosen by Thorn. It was rumored that the

"She's the monster they warned us never to provoke." Fifty criminals had arrived believing they would hunt a helpless princess. Instead... They had unknowingly stepped into the hunting ground of the empire's most terrifying predator. --- Moments later... The sound of galloping horses echoed through the jungle. Marquis Dane Hens Chalde. Lord Raymond. Commander Noah. Along with dozens of Imperial Knights. They arrived expecting a desperate rescue. Instead... They froze. Every veteran knight stood motionless. These were soldiers who had survived countless battlefields.

"May, don't tell me... you already..." How can it be?! She's still a kid! "N-no, not yet." Looking at me with a straight face, May shook her hand wildly. "The male lead in the book is a swordmaster, just like the crown prince. The crown prince is the commander of White Eagle Knights. They are the best knight order in the empire, second only to the Paladin Knights." I frowned slightly when she suddenly brought up the story about Alistair's knighthood. "The Crown Prince is such an amazing man."

He asked. I smiled and patted his hair. “Let’s go,” There was nowhere I would give out the secret of the well water in the tunnel. It was sacred and belonged to only members of my pack. I’m sorry Martin. As we approached the village gates, the guards eyed us suspiciously. "State your business," one of them demanded, his voice gruff. I lifted my chin, adopting an air of haughty indifference. "We are knights from the Kingdom of Eldoria, and we would like to participate in the fight of beasts,"

said Meera, hopping over a stone, "but there were others fairer still. One was the wife of the dragon prince, who'd brought a dozen lady companions to attend her. The knights all begged them for favors to tie about their lances." "This isn't going to be one of those love stories, is it?" Bran asked suspiciously. "Hodor doesn't like those so much." "Hodor," said Hodor agreeably. "He likes the stories where the knights fight monsters." "Sometimes the knights are the monsters, Bran. The little crannogman was walking across the field, enjoying the warm spring day and harming none, when he was set upon by three squires. They were none older than fifteen, yet even so they were bigger than him, all

Today he was not aiming to kill with it. "He must be attempting to hide and cover their tracks with the mist!" Called out one of the knights. " Don't be afraid it's just some low illusion magic!" The knights charged head first deep into the mist completely oblivious to what they were getting into. The horses the soldiers rode were not just some average find in the barn, they were some of the best war horses in the kingdom. They did not scare easy, even wounded they would get their riders through whatever was to come. Of course this did not mean they were impervious to fear or pain, everything and everyone had a pain threshold.

Aria closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze, her lips unconsciously puckering up. His ringtone sounded loudly, startling Aria. With his arms still around her waist, he picked up. Yes, the first word tinged with irritation, Ok I’m on my way. I have to leave Yes, that’s alright. I’ll see you tonight, he left but not before stealing a light peck. It was only after he left that Aria finally breathed. Had he always been like this? She’d obviously heard of Roman Knight, but he was always described as a ruthless man with no patience or tolerance for anyone. The fact that unlike those second-generation heirs, he’d never had any scandal with a woman, made people question his sexual