Novels About Knights Novels & Stories

As Knights are seen as exemplary members of their species, they are also allowed to marry more partners than the average person, in hopes of passing on their genes. Knights are ennobled with the help of a sacred artifact. Some members of the nobility possess minor artifacts that can ennoble someone to the level of a standard knight, but these are limited in their number of active uses. And Knight rank is divided into multiple ranks, they are: Soldiers are not typically considered a knightly rank but play a similar role in that they are excepted from one of Mother Eve's commandments, namely the commandment against killing. Soldiers are deputized by an existing Knight, after which they can con

In a world where the first Crusade unfolded quite differently, the Muslim women of Jerusalem found themselves in a predicament they never saw coming. The Christian knights, led by a handsome and virile commander named Lancelot, had stormed the city with an ease that left the defenders bewildered. 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.

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

According to John, the knights were accustomed with man-to-man combat, and it meant that it was normal for them to see someone striking, grappling, throwing, and even slashing until bled, one of them. It had always been like that for years, it was a piece of their culture, and it had birth them their egos.

She knew what he wanted to discuss about. Therefore, closing the novel in front of her, she turned her gaze in his direction. She enunciated, "Speak up." "Lady Seraphine, by no means am I trying to offend you or look down on you, but do you really want try to be a knight? Being a knight is more than wielding a sword. At the battlefield, they wouldn't care about your identity as the Duke's daughter, and in the military camp— even at the academy— your gender would be an issue."

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.

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.

Their primary concern was mastering the art of vanquishing the empire's foes. These vassal nobles were essentially noble-ranked knights who prioritized wealth over merit. To them, being a knight meant being a military force, not a philanthropist. They were more interested in the glint of gold coins than the noble ideals of chivalry. Indulge in a feast without the exchange of words. The ambience at the dinner was peculiar. Typically, gatherings with nobility are abuzz with chatter, where the food plays a supporting role. Yet, in this instance, it felt as though the food took center stage, with no conversation to be found.

“What about you, Your Imperial Highness? Are you planning to have concubines as well?” “Do you want to become one?” His voice grew weaker, giving Emery the signal that he was on the verge of sleeping. “No,” she replied in almost a whisper. “Then… I do not have any plans on having one.” Those were his last words before finally drifting off to sleep. Emery leaned her head on the seat before letting out a sigh of relief. Still, she was unsatisfied with the outcome of her rendezvous that night. The only thing she got from the books she read was the history of the protectors of the empire – the 12 knights and the royal army’s prominent leaders.

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”