The Greatest Knight Book Novels & Stories

I knew that but I was already inside and looking at the books on the shelves when my eyes drifted to the desk. There was a file on it. Closed, with a cover sheet on top. I looked at the title printed in bold letters. ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. LUCIEN KNIGHT. I stood dead on the spot. I looked at the door behind me, then at the file. I should have walked away but I opened it. Inside it, there were photographs, printed reports, lists of names with notes beside them in small and precise handwriting. I turned to the second page. My eyes skimmed through it quickly. Then they stopped.

“The historian girl searching for something in my book of Consult,” The thick, navy blue book that was blessed by some priest long ago and the only one of it’s kind flashed in my brain - what did Chelsa and Ruby need in such an odd, old book? “And since this was without my permission, she has committed treason,” * “Ant-” My voice stopped as I saw another man standing next to the Prince. “Prince Anton,” I corrected, not wishing to show disrespect for my friend, his deep blue eyes met mine. “And this,” He smiled towards his guest, a short fat man with more hair on his chin than his head. “Is my Future Alpha Knight, Emrys Thorn.”

But my horrified mind seemed frozen without thought. Oh, no. He caught my shoulders in a biting grip and gave me a little shake. Warlord! I cried out inwardly. “What are you doing here?” The knight roared in suspicion. Giving me a black look that indicated he might strike me if I didn’t answer him quickly. And worse, as he’d shaken me, I’d felt the book dislodging. Slipping along my body beneath the dress and only resting atop the ripple of fat above my thighs. A breath away from falling from the bottom of my dress.

Bone cracked. The greatblade slipped. Kaelen seized the moment. With a snarl, he drove his sword straight through the knight’s chest, shoving until the tip burst from the back. Light exploded. The runes on the blade shattered, energy shrieking as it ripped free of the armor. The knight convulsed, voice breaking into a howl that wasn’t human. The soldiers behind it faltered, some dropping weapons in terror. The knight reached for Kaelen even as it crumbled. Its helm split, revealing eyes like dying stars.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

“A knight who hates royalty. Now the Emperor was seriously ill, the only prince was only 10 years old and weak, and he became a hero... ... We used to talk about history together. Don't you think it's a lot like one thing in history?” Across the rows of shelves, I could see his slender hands turning books. “Yes, there was a royal family in history that died at the hands of a famous knight. When a knight becomes a hero and the royal family does not have a powerful emperor or prince, the royal family is in danger. After all, the highest power can only belong to one person.” He closed the book in his hand and thought. “There is still a difference. The Knight in history did not marry a princess

Diana noticed my struggle and frowned as she examined the knights. “They have carvings of glyphs on their swords. They’re imbued with magic! If you keep this up, your shield will break, and they’ll get to us. We need to attack!” Her words were all I needed to hear. I summoned all my energy and blasted every one of the knights with a massive wave of magic. The force of the blast sent them flying against the wall, effectively neutralizing them.

“So what if they’re strong?” The fourth princess was showing a horrible expression at this moment. “I made sure that Mandy Zimmer’s defenses were the weakest. “And other than us, there were also other people who were planning to get their hands on her. “How did we even fail if that was the case?! “There’s just no way! “The Knights of the Round Table are elites of the Knights Templar! “They have the strength of a thousand men each! They’re peak Kings of Arms! How could they have failed?!

The eight knights of Great Saint gathered together. The battle between the Ten Great War Gods and the Eighth Great Saint Knight reached its climax in an instant. However, even though there was not much difference between the First Paladin and the God War of Thor, the outcome of this battle was still determined in an instant. The Eighth Great Saint Knight was unable to withstand the impact of the Ten Great War Gods at all.

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.