Quotes On Knights Novels & Stories

"To use me for my skills and resources. While filling his heart with the same things you told me. When did that start? When did you start creating fake promises to me?" Anthony stood there for a moment. He took in the scene. He took in every word he heard and let it spin in his head before grabbing hold of it and piecing it together. He gulped deeply before clearing his throat to speak. "I don't...I don't remember. He told me about these knights... he read me stories.. very young age..." "It's been a while." Anthony nodded hastily, guiltily. "Yeah. It has...years...I promised him—"

“Can we come to visit you soon? I want to show everyone in the pack my new sword!” I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “Yes, little warrior. But remember, we must be careful. A knight must always be responsible.” Arthenon, more reserved but equally eager, joins us, his eyes shining with admiration as he grips his wooden sword. “Are you really a knight now, Aloria? Like in the stories?” I kneel down to their level, my heart overflowing with love for my brothers. “I am, but being a knight means more than just titles and armor. It means being brave, helping others, and always standing up for what is right.”

"For how long?" "Until death," Morris said, sounding so carefree as if it wasn’t at all serious. "Being a knight is being prepared to be a sacrifice, for your liege, for your loved ones, for the people, and the kingdom. Knowing how to kill evil is knowing when to die for the good." "I know." I braided down my hair into two and remained silent the whole time. When done, Delaney walked towards the door and opened it for us. I followed them out of my room and locked the door behind me.

’ But Jeremiah ignored the warning and instead he yelled back at the knight, “Your kinds also killed my father, so should I punch your face as revenge?” Stefan Scarlet glared at him, “what’s this, an omega helps each other,” he mocked by using a childish voice, “what a sweet little thing, you guys should spend times in the kitchen cooking, cleaning or whatever, not playing with swords in the battlefield.” “But we can cast magic and none of you can, right?” Jeremiah talked back. Another noble knight with dazzling silver armor tried to defend the king, “just go away, slave! Stop intruding with other people’s business.”

"...If you are this so-called 'real man' then please stop this match and let this lady go. She's in grave danger and we must get her to safety." V7 nicely says as he gestures toward the paladin. "Greenhorn! You blind under that thick helmet or something? She's a Paladin! She doesn't need a thumb-sucking baby to be protecting her and bossing her around!" The rude knight yelled again, getting on my nerves. He was just a low-rank knight and yet he dared to talk as if he owned the place. " YEAH!!" The crowd within the guild yelled, agreeing with the idiot. " Boys! Don't be mean. The little chick just hasn't grown the brain capacity to acknowledge that not all women are damsels in distress."

I watched as my dragon knights sprang out from their hiding as they started killing the rebels one by one. "Knights. Charge. Leave no one alive. The Tryant is hiding somewhere here. We have to kill him. Tonight, we must avenge our dead king!" I heard the leader of the rebels shout as they started fighting vigilantly against my knights. So, they were fighting for dad. Their blind faith made me smile at them with pity. But, their courage was something I admired. Some of my knights even lost to them but they weren't killed because of the years they have spent together training, working and surviving as a team.

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.