Story Of A Knight Novels & Stories

After the loud knock Liam and I both looked at each other. He was about to go towards the door when the door creaked open to someone popping their head in. I looked at the brown curly hair and those deep brown eyes and recognized him as the man who held me up as I fainted after the car incident. He stayed at the door awkwardly. I started to shift in the bed feeling uncomfortable myself.

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

“Because you made me happy, let me tell you about them. Knights Empire… The most powerful organization I’ve ever known. Especially the former Chairman—Verno Knight. I remember how he burned down all the gambling dens and my drug lab just because I didn’t pay my debt to them. We were all afraid of him because he kept his word. He’s astonishing. He built the empire to be a King. Well, their war with Fernando is none of my business.” Agustin fell silent as he heard about his great-grandfather’s involvement. “Fernando was also killed because of the young woman—Scarlett Knight, the youngest Knight among them. Others were even more scared to go against the Knights when they heard that the youngest

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

"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—"

My teeth clattered, Silver’s voice filled my head: [ “Do you want to hear a story? “There was this princess, she wasn’t born in the palace, but rumor had it that she was birthed by a peasant mother to the crown prince, and abandoned on the streets, until one day, a knight took her and sent her to the palace. The knight said she was a princess, daughter of the crown prince. But everyone said she wasn’t really his… even if they shared the same blood. And the princess… she loved him. And wanted him to love her back.

During a civil war his town was attacked by rogue bandits who raided the town killing the men and children including his father and three brothers, he survived because he fell into a ditch while watching over his father’s sheep and there he remained unconscious till the next morning with a broken leg. He was later discovered by a knight of the royal palace who came to scout for survivors and taken in into the royal knights guard there he trained until he became a renowned knight, On one of his missions he was sent to escort a mysterious endangered princess who was white as snow and her skin cold like ice.....her beauty swept him off his feet and his heart melted at her sight apparently princ

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

He said without looking at me. "How long have you been a knight?" I asked in a low tone. "All my life." He answered calmly. "Was that your childhood and teenage dream?" I asked softly. "No, my teenage dream was to marry a loving, kind, respectful woman who would give me a family I would cherish. In my childhood I was different from most, while many boys of my age thought of hunting and becoming knights, I thought of becoming strong enough to protect my family. To me, my mother and father meant the world." He answered surprising me.

Seriously, how come he hadn't noticed this particular door earlier? As though with a mind of its own, his hand slowly grasped the doorknob and in the back of his mind, for some reason, he suddenly remembered a particular story his mother used to tell him when he was younger. ‘Once upon a time, in a land so far away, there was once a young knight who got lost on his way home from war because of a sudden winter storm. On his quest to return home, the knight happened to come across a sad-looking castle filled with treasures littering all over the frost-covered ground, just waiting for someone to... pick them up...’