Pride Knights Novels & Stories

Edward Sinclair is always busy, managing the family's business empire while her mom, Marilyn Sinclair had social events and several charitable organisations to oversee. Being an only child, she loved hanging out with the Knight family. They provided her with the banter and warmth of having siblings to tease. Victory's gaze roamed to the three very attractive bachelors that were seated at the dining table. The three Knight siblings are very different from each other. Arthur is the stuffy and serious older brother, Aaron is the cheeky jester while Adrian is the shy youngest brother. Victory felt that she fitted right in with the three. She was the balance against Aaron's boisterous personality

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

An annual celebration was being held, it was a time to drink and eat without restrictions, every item eatable and drinkable in the town was made free until the mid-day. Prince Fredrick and Tihon, who was holding a crate of ale bottles - stepped out from a Pub laughing only to meet face on with six knights vested in purple armor obstructing their path. "Can we help you?" Tihon asked crossly. "Let me handle this Tihon." Prince Fredrick interrupted, "I'm sorry if we are doing something wrong, but we are new here." "You are highly welcomed Prince Fredrick," a flawless lenient voice spoke from behind the Knights.

I think there are eight of them. "Greetings your highness the crown princess" the chorusly said and bowed infront of me. As usual, I did nothing but greet them before coming inside of the store. My knights were left outside as per my order because it's much more sensitive at this place. One of them can accuse my knights of stealing a luxury gems or jewelry anytime but they can't do that to me and Blythe. I am part of the imperial family while Blythe belongs to a high ranking marquis family so they won't be able to do that. I am not saying that they will really accuse my knights. It's just that I wanted to be more careful because it can ruin me as well.

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.

But this is a dream to be fulfilled lastly as his dreams had been accomplished. Stormie finally called out his knights that were chosen by the gods, he immediately fortified and cleared them all. And finally named them "knights of Twilight Pack" they all became happy as most people applauded them all then they began to merry and have fun. During the ceremony, a little priestess from a far community came by, is this not Angela, Lillian pointed at her and looked surprised!!!!! What is she doing here and what could have made her get to this place by herself,? Samantha uttered

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

"You are so frail, yet so full of pride... Who do you believe you are?" "I… It's all my fault." Kriff expressed regret. He was unable to rebut anything said. Being weak in this world is a mistake in and of itself. The knights in their immediate vicinity shamefully bowed their heads. They had no idea that a knight from a little, barren city would defeat their captain with such a crushing defeat. They were knights who originated in Vermillion City, one of the largest trading centres in the empire despite the fact that it was just a commercial centre and not a military one.

they all said together. Unlike the first night we saw each other, their voices seemed… gentler this time. But I could be wrong. I looked away. “Please don’t call me that. I’m no longer a princess. Just call me Katniss.” “We could do that but His Grace would kick all of us out. Therefore, until he tells us to quit, you will remain our princess. By the way, you can call me Onyx. This one is Drake,” he fondly said and pointed at the man with gray eyes. “And the one beside him is Khal. We are His Grace’s knights. The others are on duty at the moment. You will meet the rest of the knights later.”

She stood as she began to tug them on “That’s something at least. Now, try to follow me on this. Your full name and title is, Her Royal Highness, Princess Astrid Nara Katrall. True heir to the Kaltharian throne. I am Sir Sigwulf, a Galadon Knight.” “Galadon,” she breathed uneasily. “I’ve heard the stories about them. There was once a line of proud and powerful leaders blessed by the Gods themselves, and the Galadon Knights were their faithful protectors. Great knights and fearless men who then turned against the good and beloved Royal line. They committed a regicide down to the last of the Katrall’s and ended the Royal Family. The Clergy of Kalash condemned the brutal knights who ha