Peaceful Knights Novels & Stories

I walked in with a smile on my face, trying to act all friendly, my gun was hidden in my jeans, my knives hidden in my sleeves, and boots, and I was ready for everything along with my hands for one-on-one fighting. Walking in I saw several guys sitting at one table, those were my party, a group of guys, they weren’t dressed like Nikolai in suits, they all had jeans on, they were clean looking, some had tattoos but nothing too strange, nothing that says they are all in the same team. I walked toward them, I still had the smile on my face, the fake one but it’s there. I made it to their table, everyone turned to me, they must have been informed about me coming over and joining the party. “Ciao

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

The arrival of Elijah and his crew at the battlefield was immediately greeted by cheers all around as the knights hailed their arrival with joy UNKNOWN KNIGHT 1 : The chosen are here now, there’s no way we are gonna lose now UNKNOWN KNIGHT 2 : You unholy creatures better prepare yourself for a whole lot of ass whooping UNKNOWN KNIGHT 3 : Go get them sons of bitches…. UNKNOWN KNIGHT 5 : Don’t be so vulgar, we are on holy ground… UNKNOWN KNIGHT 3 : Sorry bout that ( with an awkward smile with his hand to the back of his head)

With the army's attention drawn towards the berserker, Kent sneaked towards the city while the marines and knights screened the charging soldiers. He made his way on what was left of the makeshift bridge and a broken barricade. The sight of dead civilians was too unsettling for a knight to see as it breaks every rule and code made by their founder. The Knights’ Code states that for every innocent and defenseless who died in the battle between the knights and their enemies, a prayer of peace must be offered in order to allow the innocent to pass into the heavenly realm. Sadly, there was little time to mourn the dead as he moved through the streets – passing through several soldiers of the New

But it wasn't accepted by him (the future of the Ard), not even accepted by them (Knights). The knights of the north were the leaders of the north territory, but the extraordinary thing was that they don't wear the armour of steel or iron, they don't use straight and long sharp edge swords. But still they call themselves the knights. Because they think it's a good name to call by the people. The seventeen knights, and their army of 13 lakhs of unstable monsters (humans but like beasts. Tall, big like giants, and stronger than the rock). Everything was going like usual, peaceful (not literally, the knights were no good people). They forced people to pay taxes, and the total tax was more than

Or that was the case till he heard behind him the announcement: "Mr Claude Knightly, Mr Carl Knightly and Miss Charlotte Knightly are entering!" The entrance of the Knightlies was the sun coming out after the rain. It was light. Their theme was inspired by their name: brave knights and gracious ladies. And they represented it perfectly. Claude stepped towards his eternal enemy and stood in front of him. They looked into each other eyes for a moment. And for a moment everyone held his breath. They looked into each other eyes eagerly. Both were confident. Both were audacious. Both were brave. Both were strong. To be exact, they were the strongest two men in the city.

With them and my sister, no one can defeat the trio unbeatable but I wish they weren't that over-protective of us. I remembered that one time, Faine and I went to a nightclub with a couple of friends just to have fun, we were dancing on the platform where many people joined us and had fun like us. Yelling and singing like idiots, also alcohols but who snitched on us and told our siblings that we were at a nightclub? I'm still searching for the guilty because of them we were dragged out by two fucking big ass warriors. It's been 5 years since we didn't see them, they are the knights of the Rosla. Akito is the Captain of White Knights, he's like the second commander of the army and Kai is the

Not even the king of the dragon kingdom could interfere with a single command. This time, they were all summoned by the roar of the dragon prince. Arriving with the haste of stallions, they came from twelve respective towns and cities, and the dark knights hadn’t stopped until the prince’s castle appeared before their eyes. Thorn trusted them with his life. “Men,” Thorn stood in front of the queue and spoke in his usual, deep voice. “Aye, my prince,” the knights responded in unison. “Helmets off.”

I had wind raising both Blake and I as we went to cross the knights; however, we were stopped when the knights grew triple their sizes, noticing that we were trying to flee. I looked at Blake whose canines were already bared, his wolf acting on instinct. And the same thing seemed to happen to Riya and Ariana who were standing by our sides. Elijah was knocked down by one of the knights, and it wasn’t long until one of the mermaids emerged from the water, cooing a gentle lullaby that had his eyes glowing blue as he fell into her chant.

He swung the blade in a circular flourish and slid it back into its sheath expertly. The Knights on the platform, as well as those gathered nearby, broke into applause. Each new Knight was presented with armor and a Khortaal. They each drew their new blade, raising them in salute toward the Dragon. “Black Knights!” boomed Ghaeron, “You are now the sword that defends Edon. The steel that protects the innocent, and banishes the wicked.”