Pride Knights Novels & Stories

Prince Fabian has also been standing next to the King of Nicundhra. In a precarious situation, the Knights Of The Bright River kingdom had formed a formation on the other side of all people from the Nicundhra Kingdom. All waiting, be alert for an explosion that could happen at any moment. Hearing King Eric’s anger, Queenie kept a flat face. Her eyes were on Queen Obelia.

There was nothing in this world that was entirely for free and there had to be a price. "The reason why clothes are provided is because there's a standard of dressing that's required here. Just take it as an all expense paid holiday. If you're worried about the Prince coming onto you or expecting anything in return then don’t. He really doesn’t like women. There's a separate entrance for those from the fourth floor and higher so chances of you seeing him are close to none.” What Lexy was saying made a lot of sense.It would be rude for her to walk around in her jeans and ts.

Her gaze shifted to my friend, whose eyes were now cold as he bore them on her and the rest just ignored her what I would have had if she hadn't chosen my legs as her chair. "You can see that, can't you? On second thought, I would have attended my friend's reception if I wasn't well. Do you know why? We are brothers, which makes us closest relatives." Logan talks to her calmly yet in a threatening manner, and the girl stiffens on me, cheeks paling when he leans closer while eyeing her, smiling, "I don't give a fuck about our families being partners. But I give a shit if you or any of your family members don't maintain their decency in our parties and be disrespectful to the elders of my fami

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

He adopts a half-kneeling posture, as tradition demands. “On this day, with the essence that forms the very core of my being, I bestow my blessing upon you. I grant you a qualitative increase in rank, status, and power. You will always be unequaled amongst many others. Rise, my warrior, and heed my will. For my will is the law.” Klade stands on his feet, eyes gleaming with a new light. He immediately responds to Pride. “My life is yours, my lord. I seek to please my ancestor alone.”

The kingdom celebrated the news of having another Royal Knight. The scene was all festive with the music and banners displayed throughout the royal palace. The Seven Princes of the kingdom, each one representing their noble clan, marched towards the ceremonial hall to acknowledge King Rashal's declaration on making Darina as the Royal Knight after the Order of Agabea, the first queen who ruled Clapestris.

“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.

Louis exclaimed as he stood in front of the oak desk, watching the King nervously. "Gift? ... Oh. Forget that. It won't be necessary. They're no longer there." "P-pardon?!" "Tsk. Its exactly what I said. That's why... I have a new task for you." "And... May I ask what is the task?" "Mobilise the Platinum Knights." "Pardon?! Is there a major threat?!" The reason why Louis asked such a question was because the Platinum Knights were the sole knights directly serving under the King. They played major roles in quenching wars and act as the King's personal bodyguards. Hence why Louis was shocked to hear the name of the platoon.

Maps covered the walls, marking territories where resistance had already succeeded in revealing uncomfortable truths. "Brothers in arms," Aldric began, his weathered face reflecting decades of service now shadowed by growing uncertainty. "Our oaths bind us to protect the Light and those who serve it faithfully. These oaths never specified blind obedience to institutional corruption masquerading as divine will." The assembled knights shifted uncomfortably, their expressions ranging from outrage to reluctant recognition. Some hands moved instinctively toward sword hilts, while others folded in poses suggesting prayer or contemplation.

"I won't let you die the way you died again. Not if I live." He raised his head — toward the leaves of the trees. And out of them rode armor-clad men, shrouded in mist and midnight blue. The Knights of Brunschière. Unspoken. Devoted. Obedient only to him. "You heard everything," Ignatius told them, his voice icy steel now. "She is not to leave the sanctuary. Not for a second." A knight approached, worry written even under his helm. "My lord… this is Lady Krishna."