Novel & Cerita Novels Knights

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?”

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

The women are about to continue their little chatter when the building they are in begins to tremble with immense force, Martha sits upright in bed has the trembling continues MARTHA : What exactly is going on out there… ( with a tensed look on her face) NUN #1 : Lord held us… ( she does a sign of the cross across her face ) A holy knight barges into the chapel covered in blood with exasperation on his face, the nuns and midwife are struck with fear has they are shocked by the sudden entry of the knight MARTHA : What are you doing here, what’s going on out there… I thought the battle would be over by now HOLY KNIGHT #7 : You all need to flee at once, this place is no longer safe…. ( with hea

He's the adoration of many noblewomen To escape the eyes of the nobles, Keane and his pal, Darrius, decided to go to the commoner's district to enjoy drinking at the pub willingly. They can freely roam as long as they hide being knights because the commoners weren't familiar with political and royal figures in the Palace. One day, they were drinking at the commoner's pub when a group of violent knights wreaked havoc there. They didn't want to pay their bill. "Are you asking us to pay? Do you dare disrespect us, the knights?" One of the knights said.

Could it have been something that was normal where I came from? "The king attempted that first, but the church wouldn't have it." Wilson responded. "As I was saying," he went on. "The war broke out between Allsbrook and the holy knights; things seemed to be in favor of the Allsbrook kingdom, that is, until the great mage got involved." "Great mage?" Was this great mage supposed to be some type of all-powerful being?

“Think positive, Ash. You could stumble upon a guy like that, you know.” “And you have to remember, I never go for the rich and famous,” I said. It was my thing since Kevin Moore. In my version of a fairytale romance, it’s the brave, honorable knight who took home the princess, not the spineless prince charming. The rich kids I went to school with were all bullies, with nothing to show for themselves, except for the flashy gadgets and cars that their parents gave them. I swore off guys like Kevin. He taught me not to hope that I would be enough to hold his heart or attention forever.

The same eyes that had already claimed a thousand lives. The boss had only felt this way when the Royal Knights came to survey the city. It was said that on their road to becoming Royal Knights, the knights had to slaughter thousands. "Do you recognize me?" I questioned, grabbing the attention of everybody in the building. "Tell me all you know." … A Land of Clouds and Dreams "Abaddon! Come out here, you cretin!" At the gate of a massive fire castle, a devilishly attractive man frowned angrily.

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

All of them knew it was a tragic ending for the General Dana Rein. A student raised his hand. "Master, if the Knights were warriors chosen through the Selection for the sole purpose of serving the royal family, why would it be named the Knights of the Blood Star Shaula?" Master Hunn smiled and nodded. "The Knights were chosen by the royal family, yes, but some of them were chosen to work with the Blood Star in a war. Everyone can be a Knight but not all can be a Knight of a Blood Star." Chloe frowned while leaning her chin on her palm. They're talking about the Blood Star even if there was one right in this class.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone