Templar Knights Code Novels & Stories

Although the altar layout resembled that of a Chapel, the furnishings were stark and cold, bearing none of the traditional ornament. McEwan gestured through the vast opening that gave way to the circular section of the church. "It looks like a fortress here," she whispered. Jimmy agreed. Even from here, the walls looked unusually strong. "The knights of Templar were warriors," Rodriguez reminded, the sound of his aluminum crutches echoing in this rebounding space. "A religio-military society. Their churches were their stronghold and their banks." As they arrived outside the circular chamber, Rodriguez shot a glance over his shoulder at the altar knight, who was vacuuming in the distance.

The blade gleamed with silver threads, and two more knights crumbled, eyes glazing as dream-silk tendrils wrapped around their armor. The remaining riders rallied, lances leveled. Steel rang as they charged, hooves churning earth. Vera backed toward the boulder, chanting again, channels of starlight snaking outward. One rider’s steed reared, sprayed snow, then collapsed in sudden collapse; the next knight yanked at his own helm, swaying. Three mounted knights remained. They wheeled, cutting her off from the gate. Vera licked her lips, breath ragged. She pressed the fang to her palm, closing her eyes and summoning the memory of Ember Hollow’s awakening:

Not to us Goddess. not to us, but to your name give the glory. Templar motto. The fifty mounted Templar warriors were soon joined by fifty of their warrior clansmen who had arrived in wolf form. The mounted Templars were stood in a row just behind the invisible line that was the boundary between the Reiver and human land. Half the Templar warriors were lined up to the right of them and the other half to the left. The Reivers flanked them on both sides and if the idea was to intimidate the Magdalene Knights, Duncan was pretty sure the sight of them would do just that.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

I lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. ”You don't know who I am but if you did you would understand.” I rushed out. ”I’m not rejecting you.” She lifted her chin, stuck in her way. Stubborn and defiant as I took in every detail of her face. Something in me melted away but I couldn't respond to the part of me that did. ”I, Amber Knight, accept-” ”Did you say Knight?” I cut her off, my eyes growing twice the size. ”You’re Amber Knight? The Alphas sister,” this couldn't be.

The radiant light emanating from the letter momentarily blinded me as I read its contents: [You have acquired Cavalry Knight Class Change] [Cavalry Knight Class - Mystic Rank Class] [The Cavalry Knight holds a pivotal role as the mainstay of numerous armies, revered for its unparalleled effectiveness in various military endeavours.] [It serves as a potent force capable of wreaking havoc upon enemy villages, dismantling colonies, or weakening enemy garrisons. Boasting remarkable attributes including formidable attack power, resilient hit points, and impressive speed, the Cavalry Knight effortlessly contends with a wide array of adversaries.]

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

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He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave. … The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered p

Then, hundreds of the Temple of Light’s knights came pouring in. The leader of the knights was dressed in golden armor, looking charismatic and majestic. It was Pegasus Paladin, one of the 12 paladins. Behind him was Grady. Grady looked proud and intimidating. ‘The Temple of Light?’ Thea trembled and panicked when she saw her opponents. ‘Damn it! Grady got reinforcements from the Temple of Light. Oh no, we’re doomed!’ Thea thought. She heard Grady had joined the Temple of Light as soon as she returned to Pearl City. She thought it was just gossip, but it turned out to be true. She could sense Pegasus Paladin’s incredible power, making her heartbeat fast and turning her mind blank in an insta