Novels About Knights Novels & Stories

Claretta skimmed the title of the online novel and Claretta felt dizzy at their behavior. "You're only running out of time on this?" Claritta sighed. "Don't you know? They are handsome and very cool fictional characters. Moreover, the main character of the knight in the story.” The other said that his eyes were like being hit by love arrows. "This novel tells the story of someone who is incarnated in the novel and becomes the main character, namely the Knight," "What's so interesting about the novel?" asked Claretta, still not understanding their excessive interest. “Reincarnation anyway? What the hell is that? Just a superstitious story that has no basis at all." objected Claretta.

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

On our journey, Raif and Selestra talked animatedly about frivolous things, but I hung back, dreading that I would soon be alone with Selestra and would have to test my resolve. As soon as I got to my castle and Selestra was safely at her friend's home, I planned to take the first serving wench or two to my bed and have my way with them both. As a Knight of England, there were always beautiful women willing to relieve a knight's sexual frustrations. I had no problem attracting women. As a knight, I had developed muscles that I never had before from the extensive training and wielding the heavy steel swords.

More like a player noting a move on the board. They turned down a narrower hallway. Here the torches threw smaller pools of light, leaving shadows thick between them. “You don’t like him,” she said. “I don’t trust him.” “Because he spoke to me?” “Because he doesn’t move like the others.” Kael’s tone was mild, but there was a sharpness under it. “Knights are dangerous pieces, Serenya. Their strength isn’t in how far they move, but in how unexpectedly they arrive.” She almost laughed at that, but the sound stuck in her throat. “And what am I? A pawn?”

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

"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

Eldric asks his squire once more. William was at a loss for words. He was blinded by the stories of the knights defending this realm from the bandits and other atrocities made by their enemies. The gossip from the kingdom led him to believe that these people were heathens are quick to violence. Taking whatever they wanted from their realm and killing anyone that they got in their way.

Vaughan gave a thoughtful sound, then explained, “the Knights are usually made up of children of noble families, who are not the heir to their family in some way. This tends to breed many spoiled men and women, who will challenge you in every possible way... from wanting to fight you, to prove they are the better warrior, to insults intended to enrage you. Do ignore such taunting. They do this as a means of weeding out those they deem unworthy, and the Knights must always be level-headed. You cannot be Knighted, if you allow anger to cloud your judgement.” Nodding, Lynnette knew right away that Vaughan was speaking from experience in this matter. “There are some exceptions, of course,” Fenry

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…

Eldrick put forth his question in an ambiguous manner, waiting to see would the man he was here to catch get the hint before he fell for the trap. “The ministers attend the sessions in the courtroom while the knights battle it out on the battleground.” Kolan answered only to receive a shake of the head from the Lord. “Let me rephrase my question. What ornament differentiates a minister and a knight?” This time everybody understood what the man was asking. “A minister wears a penannular brooch while a knight doesn’t.” Once against Kolan was the one to speak.