Templar Knights Code Novels & Stories

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.

His sight shifted beside as the knights and twin of the moon and sun appeared in front of them bowing down, by which he agrees to nod with the answers. “I understand.” Commanding as the twin immediately heeded, she utters the words. “You know what to do.” Vanishing insight as her knights and guardians followed. They hold each other’s hand as they follow Chantal inside and where he stands waiting for his pledge Princess. Bowing in the position of a knight and more unlike his title and stance as one of the holders, he made himself is known as his loyalty only marks towards the two he serves and will forever be in their current immortal lives.

“I don’t make the rules.” “Has this mission of yours been sanctified?” “Yes.” I’m done for, I know that there’s no way out for me. I'm dead already. Kane won’t be here in time, and all he'll manage to do is get us both killed, leaving our child an orphan. I have a sick feeling these knights are going to use me as bait to get my mate out of the castle - but I'll do everything I can to prevent that from happening. Templars believe they’re on a holy mission from God – they went from fighting Muslims to exterminating supernaturals, and no one can deter them from their path. They're zealous in their pursuits to rid the world of evil.

"Alright enough with the staring, how arShe was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital. "Enough of this pointless chit-chat, let's go in and sever some spines..." Deryleen shouted back, diffusing all the tension building up. Tyndale stepped in front of the rest and hoisted his arm with the sleeve strapped to it. He pulled on the cords from the sleeve bound to his fingers by clenching a fist. Some of the thousands of etches on the sleeve started

Some of them took it to ease the pain after the injuries they had suffered; others had developed the habit of using the tincture on regular basis and mixed it with anything. Oliver didn't even want to think what else was in there. He clenched the glass with his hand, threatening to break the delicate crystal. Cian patted heavily on the floor and nudged him with his nose. "His name means enduring and distant, by the way. " He heard Callum say "There's a tale?" Oliver approached, placing the glass back on the table. "It says Cian was betrayed. Hah, not much of a surprise so far, right?"

His posture manifested his full-blooded body as he looked at the warriors in a calm manner. "I am Tera and I'm one of the Grand Knights of Casterfall. Today is the day your trainings and experiences will be tested," the grand knight said in a loud voice. "Warriors, prepare yourselves!" All of the warriors, including Arth, suddenly stood at attention while listening to the knight. "Ahead of this road is the Dark Woods," Tera pointed at the direction towards the tall and compressed trees. "You have to reach the end of these woods and climb to the mountain arena ahead."

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.

Mira declared, her hand resting firmly on her broadsword. "They won't happen," I replied. I pulled a sealed leather parchment from inside my tunic, laying it over Gideon's marked map. "This is the sovereign counter-order Code White. Caelen, you will ride to the Western Pass tonight. The third and fifth vanguards will not abandon their posts. Instead, they will dig into the stone bunkers and go dark no fires, no active warding beacons. To anyone watching from the sky, the pass will appear abandoned, but our lines will remain fully manned."

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

Morse code dots and dashes clicked rapidly in his ear, a hasty relay of the information that his infiltrators—codenamed for chess pieces—had gleaned from their stealthy intrusion into the crumbling Florentine villa. Lifting his knee off of Duke’s back, he got to his feet and his opposite hand shot to his two-way radio. “I want all knights to meet Al on channel three-point-six. Al, you relay directly to me with the bishops on four-point-two. Knights one, two and three—take the north and east entrances. Knights, four, five and six—you’re on the south and west. Remaining knights, you’re with me.”