Quotes On Knights Novels & Stories

He was the perfect example of a knight in his prime. A woman, which was carrying a child in her arms, passed him. He just looked her, under his eyes and gave a comment that did not fit a knight. The wizard just watched. "Spare a coin," the war veteran pleaded. The knight just passes by the war veteran, not paying attention to his petitions. "What kind of a noble knight are you?" "I'm a lion that doesn't care the opinion of sheep." Chivalry, however, fell to low branches, the wizard thought. This was never the case. What have these times come to?

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.

“They shall not, indeed. However, the only ones we need to worry about to start with, are their children. Well, they are hardly children now; but you know what I mean.” “I'm not sure I understand, how do I prove myself to them?” Lynnette asked. Vaughan gave a thoughtful sound, then explained, “the Knights are usually made up of children of noble families, who are not the heir to their family in some way. This tends to breed many spoiled men and women, who will challenge you in every possible way... from wanting to fight you, to prove they are the better warrior, to insults intended to enrage you. Do ignore such taunting. They do this as a means of weeding out those they deem unworthy, and th

Aisha smiled. Kent told her the true goal of a knight is to attain peace and duty’s end with his soul broken permanently his life in the world was severely limited. He made do with what time he had left quoting a famous verse in the book of the knights. “Only in death does duty end.” Kent said with a smile. Aisha felt the pain in his voice was true he no longer had anything to lose but everything to give as they walked back to the palace the forest seemed to cry out grieving in his pain.

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?

That we wouldn’t live within the shadow of another family anymore, or ever again. “Eyes of amethyst fire, swords of silver moon, Knights of Pride and Honor who shall face every doom. Beside your brethren, new and old, a band of Knights, their force untold.” I whispered, smiling a little as I heard my mother’s voice chant this very mantra on the day our grandfather died. "We raise a glass and fight as one, We few, we brave, we among the Order that shall grace us at our Grave." “Did you say something My Lady?” Ivy asked, turning away from the little table that she had been using to make some tea.

If they want to be a knight under me, atleast try to bare that much "So... What do you think?" I asked and sipped the tea infront of me. Of course, I gave them a glance. After all, I am talking with them and it is inappropriate to not to look at a someone whom you are talking with. That's not in the empire's etiquette but I've learned this on my past life "Well, I agree about everything but what's with absorbing magic stones? Isn't it impossible to do that and some people who attempted to died in the process" One of the knights which was named Alex said.

But there was also a hint of vague savageness, characteristic of the Vikings or dark age Templars. Regarding my aim, I was not a sniper, but I was good enough to hit a target a couple of hundred meters away. "That leaves no questions. Now, take this" The knight gave me a medal. A Fenix was rising its fly into the sky as the symbol. "If things get nasty, show this to the guards, they'll let you go without a sound" "Understood" Both the knight and I went to where our mounts were. Lines of well-cared drakes filled my sight as we walked through the stables.

The knight was obviously enjoying the affection, but he still managed to drew orders, he then said with authority, “Prepare your weapons, we will save the other girl, and punish the bandits.” “But sir…” A knight interjected, “We have to watch over the carriages.” “Leo and Francis will stay to guard them, and the three of you will come with me and the girl. We have a duty to protect other people, and we will do it without second guessing.” “Anyone who would defy my order are free to leave my squad.” He warned. The four knights started preparing their weapons. They have their own sword in their sheath, a crossbow on their back, and a few knives, even a doble edge one, hidden on their clothing.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.