روايات وقصص ضمن Story Of A Knight

—KNIGHT ERRANT It was my father who first told me about Sir Lancelot and King Arthur and all the rest of them, and I was just a little boy the first time that Sir Lancelot came to visit me. I was in bed, in the big bedroom at the top of the stairs, and he rode right up the staircase on his horse, with his lance and his armour and everything, and stood at the end of the bed, with the horse rearing up every now and then, and making that kind of gargling sound that horses make, while he talked to me. He kept his visor down so that I couldn't see his face, but his voice was very clear and powerful. He said I was never going to see his face, and he was right, I never have. He said he would always

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?

The Raphbarg Knight quickly informs the King. "What?! How could such a thing explode beyond your country's boundaries? Also, I didn't know about it until now---" King Edwin is utterly shocked to hear the Knight's words. With that much curiosity, the Raphbarg Knight was forced to let the King understand the whole context, so he further explains.

He offered a brilliant, breathtaking smile, nodding in pure relief before pulling me right back in for another deep kiss. For the longest time, I had felt like a helpless duchess, locked away inside a villain's dark, suffocating fortress with no hope of escape. I had spent my life searching for a way out, completely blind to the horizon until I crossed paths with a fierce, noble knight who didn't hesitate for a single fraction of a second to tear the world apart to save me. In this crazy journey, I finally realized that I never needed a fairy-tale prince to rescue me. I only ever needed a dedicated knight willing to stand beside me through the brutal battles and chaotic storms of life. He wa

And they became the leaders and masters of the place. I particularly think that this could be just a romanticization of this whole situation... - Logan said, while shrugging - But they say they weren't cruel or very violent with the people of the village. In fact, legend has it that they were fair leaders: they respected women and children, protected the village from enemy attacks, and never stole anything from anyone. And Knight, being the leader of this group, was considered a kind of overlord of that place, almost a king. - Was he just called Knight? – she didn't know where that curiosity had come from, but, suddenly, she found herself almost anxious to know if this legendary man had a fi

I pointed at the chairs on her sides. Her eyes were looking at me, sharply as she finds herself a seat to sit on. "I see where you get your personality from. Your dad used to do that trick to us. Did you know? Knight's mother died, the day your father found you?. Wanna know why? It is because he was trying to meet my wife and my son then take her with him. Your father broke my happy family. Your father ruin knight's childhood. He was never the same after that day that his mom died."

On our journey, Raif and Selestra talked animatedly about frivolous things, but I hung back, dreading that I would soon be alone with Selestra and would have to test my resolve. As soon as I got to my castle and Selestra was safely at her friend's home, I planned to take the first serving wench or two to my bed and have my way with them both. As a Knight of England, there were always beautiful women willing to relieve a knight's sexual frustrations. I had no problem attracting women. As a knight, I had developed muscles that I never had before from the extensive training and wielding the heavy steel swords.

“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.”

Becoming a Knight is something that would have made her proud. Growing up she was always telling me stories about the old Viking Knights who were led by Raventhorn, the leader who started all this when he and his men worked for Vladimir the Great as secret assassins. "We as a brotherhood accept your pledge and the service of your life for our cause." Aleksander bows his head again and I do the same. When he rises, he looks at everyone else. "You may all go." All except me. He wants me to stay behind and speak with him. Talking to me in this sacred hall is like binding me again. Everything I say will be held as part of the oath.

I said to him, thinking about the many ways I can get myself out of here. “I’m sure you can, and I can’t wait to hear it,” he said, and I nodded. “Okay, I…..” “But first, I want to tell you a story,” he cuts me off. I had no choice but to listen. “Many years ago,” he began. “After the king's death, Slade’s father. He was crowned king, and his wife was crowned Luna of Mercia. Both of them were very much in love.” The feelings I have been hiding seem to overwhelm me.