Templar Knights Code Romane & Geschichten

Dressed and revived, I pass the corridors of the dormitory. Bare walls, a clean place, with a red Capet. As it has been even before I was in this world. I climb the stairs that lead to the great tower in the middle of this magnificent fortress. My arrival is already expected by many who greet me along the way. At the top of the stairs, I am welcome with the view of Camelot's treasure room. They were not large amounts of gold or jewelry, but armors of good kings and generals, swords forged by master craftsmen. Most importantly, the first version of the codebook of the knights of Castela. The true core and ruler of our nation. Next to it is the large door of the royal library, decorated with s

she was too excited to learn everything in a single day. Her learning spirits were reaching the sky. That was a great thing. “There is hierarchy even in pack knights. There are five tiers of knights. The onyx knights or the black knights. They are rookies who are like students; they train hard and learn the war crafts, but are not assigned any important missions. Then comes the topaz knights. When the onyx knights graduate, they reach the topaz knight level. They get less risky work, like escorting the nobles, joining hunts, etc. Then comes the emerald knights who have gained over five years of knighthood experience. They join important missions like wars, escorting the royal family, etc…”

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

GABRIEL I’m standing in the heart of the ancient, forsaken temple, my silver holy sword gripped tightly in my right hand. Torchlight flickers across the crumbling stone walls, casting long shadows that seem to writhe with unholy life. I am Sir Gabriel Voss, holy knight of the Order of the Eternal Light, sworn to purge demonic corruption wherever it festers. The village elders sent me here to seal this cursed place, but the moment I crossed the threshold, something changed.

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

The smell of antiquity and trinkets hits the half-elf's face like a stone. Opening the document, the magician shows her all the fancy text, official stamps, and the most important part of all: the signature at the bottom. Kirus Avirnan. Her father. She simply cannot believe her eyes. Eric sympathizes with the situation, showing understanding: "He couldn't tell you, anyway, or anyone else. He was under oath." The girl says nothing, still trying to absorb the shock. The blond man continues: "He and another group of thirty-six Templars have been dispatched. They are living in remote places of the world, hidden from the populace."

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.

“But your body isn’t.” Clothes were torn, not removed. Nothing was slow. Nothing was patient. The bed creaked as Valcoz devoured the knight’s skin in open-mouthed kisses and long, reverent strokes. He traced Jacquiem’s collarbone with his tongue, then bit into his chest, hard enough to bruise, not bleed. The knight gasped. Whether in pain or pleasure, even he didn’t know anymore. “You’re a temple,” Valcoz whispered. “One that’s never been touched. And now, you’ll remember me in every stone of it.”

Cameron said softly, and pulled hers off, dropping it onto the ground. “Thaelen Gulgane?” She looked up at Talen, who reached through the huddle of the Triquetra to stroke his hand over her hair as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “The code to the cuff is your name? Thay. Gul,” she jerked a glance over her shoulder at the human man who stood with the two vampires. “Sorry, Toby. You were trying to tell me.” “Morgana,” Talen’s voice was agonizingly gentle. “Who has hurt you? How are you wounded?”

“Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.” “Because they are superior,” Gen scoffed. She raised her head and looked at Ichiro. “Our ancestors were Templars, and we had the same oath, we fight for the glory of God, we trained to become the most skillful warrior and fight to maintain the balance of good and evil.”