Novels About Knights Novels & Stories

“A knight who hates royalty. Now the Emperor was seriously ill, the only prince was only 10 years old and weak, and he became a hero... ... We used to talk about history together. Don't you think it's a lot like one thing in history?” Across the rows of shelves, I could see his slender hands turning books. “Yes, there was a royal family in history that died at the hands of a famous knight. When a knight becomes a hero and the royal family does not have a powerful emperor or prince, the royal family is in danger. After all, the highest power can only belong to one person.” He closed the book in his hand and thought. “There is still a difference. The Knight in history did not marry a princess

The witches did, but that's a whole other can of worms to be opened another day. But most importantly, the face of the company. Who could forget them? The knights. When you think hunter, those huge brick for brain idiots in black and silver was what came to mind. The knights went to war and did all the physical aspect of a hunters' job and were the only ones who did any actual regular fighting. During Kostov's time, they were all there was to the hunters. Until Stravos became their leader and gave them a more definitive structure.

He also saw Liam keeping his little notebook in his jacket pocket and smoothing out his hair a little after balancing the stack of books with one hand. The young man got a strange feeling. It was irritating. And warm. It felt like he wanted to hug the man tightly while also choking his neck–and, of course, he knew he would die if he really did. He remembered that all his fellow knights had described feelings similar to this as the feelings they had when they were with their brothers. What the hell.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

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.

“Well, the Hunter’s Corps was the largest organization governed by 10 Vedic Knights, six of them being kings of allied nations. Till three years ago that is. We were attacked by Everlastings back then. With Hunter’s law being what it is they had to participate in the ‘Everlasting War’, and it wasn’t pretty. Thousands of our members were killed and many of them left us after the war.

he states, I just nod knowing this won’t end well, not for me. “Is everything okay?” I ask him, I know it wasn’t. “You know how you write stories?” he asks, I nod my head yes, I do know, I’m an author after all, I know all about stories, the happy and the sad ones. “Once upon a time, when I was even younger than you, I used to get in fights, not the regular fights Elle. The underground kind, of fights, you know?” he says with a smirk, I think I knew what he means.

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.

Perhaps one of you three would like to explain history since all three of you are in such a talkative move back there. Sorry Mr. Harold. All three of them said. As I was saying, the knights during medieval times were each given orders of following in their courtship. Mr. Harold continued with his lecture. But ass the teacher had continued his lecture, Erin began to be live questions of the green armored Knight that he had bed scene in back in the Mayor’s office. If you had no idea what these strange Visions meds, but he did know that it was something that no class and school could teach him.

The young knights were eager to hear about their experiences as guards and warriors, and the older guards were more than happy to oblige. They regaled the young knights with tales of battles won and lost, of enemies defeated and allies saved. They spoke of the bonds that formed between soldiers in the heat of combat, of the courage and sacrifice required to serve their king and their people. The young knights listened in awe, their eyes wide with wonder at the stories they were hearing. They were still relatively inexperienced, and the idea of fighting in such epic battles was both thrilling and terrifying to them.