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:

Stuart slowed down so they could catch up, he felt they deserved to see their Goddess laid to rest once more. The Chapel was behind the pack house and as they rounded the corner Annie could see who she presumed to be the Templar Alpha, Luna and his Alpha unit waiting for them outside. All were dressed in traditional Templar robes, white tunics with the red Templar cross on the front. As Annie and a reluctant Jen climbed out of the car the Alpha help up his hand and the applause died down. Annie found the silence oddly deafening, the only sound was the rain which had started steadily falling on the journey from Fort Augustus.

"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.

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

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.]

Only barrels and stone. Harper walked to the far wall. She ran her fingers over the cold masonry. She saw a mural painted on the stone. It was faded, almost invisible, but she could make out a figure in armor. Not red paint. Rust. Iron oxide pigment. A Knight Templar, holding a sword pointing down. "Here," Harper touched the sword tip on the wall. "It's a pressure plate." She pressed it. CLICK. GRIND. The wall didn't open. Instead, the floor beneath a massive wine barrel slid away silently. Revealing a spiral staircase going down into pitch blackness.

I tapped it two times before it opened “Code word?” he asked. “Falcon” I muttered. Falcone said I should use his name as code word for entry and that he will inform the guards about. Rest of the pack members have different code word. Every ten members are given a different code word like bones, fly, red eyes, pointed nose and air weeds. The codes are basically related to them. When I asked him how the guards make sure it is not misused, he said once entering they have to give finger print, if it matches, then they have given the right code.

Up they rose, one by one, to stand before the God. The first was astride a dappled horse. His body was burned and the remnants of his clothing clung to him, melted into the remaining flesh. The sign of a red cross gave evidence to his former life as a templar. A sword was still in his hand. Eyes long gone, he relied on sound alone. The second stood without a steed, wielding a spear. A leather tunic protecting his well-formed chest, half eaten by the waves of sand he had lain under.