The Greatest Knight Book Novels & Stories

The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire. Was he really protecting her all along? He was acting like an older brother to her; one who can’t bear to watch her get hurt, not even the slightest. But why would he do that? He doesn’t even know her. And maybe she mistook his actions for something else and now because of that, they had to end things this way.

"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.

“Do you think only these achievements will make him the greatest graduating knight that I’ve ever met?” He asked this question in a joking tone, as he grinned at the audience as he slowly said word for word. “Knight Sergeant Kalen achieved the unachievable in the history of the Kingdom of Camelot, he the undoable in this graduation training.

I sent a mindlink to Bradley and the triplets, asking if it was okay I divulged some of our secrets in order to help her understand that I didn’t WANT to reject her, that I felt the NEED to reject her so she could have someone who would only think of her first. With their approval, I asked “Cailee, have you heard of the Knights League?” seeing her eyes widen with shock and recognition. “I am a Guardian Knight; I vowed to protect Ellie with my life no matter what. I can’t fully be your mate and do that at the same time,” I said sadly, hating to hear the words coming out of my mouth as if they somehow made the hurt more real.

That had never been introduced properly to the public for one main reason that he knew of – the person was an illegitimate child of the emperor With that, he immediately closed the book and put it inside his secret pocket as he seriously looked at the knights who were still showing their respect to him while bowing. They were making him sigh for a while as he again looked at the knights "Speak out your conclusion. I want to hear all of your opinions," he stated to the knights who were seriously making them face Grindel - in front of them as they gulped and look at each other as one of the knights spoke first

"The woman in the painting is called Lady Percival, right? Isn't Percival the knight who found the Holy Grail in the King Arthur legend?" "Good God, Ethan!" She grabbed my arm in excitement. "Of course! Percival ...it's her story. You figured it out! Lady Percival is holding a very rare book in- deed. I knew it was something special! One of the first King Arthur stories ever written down; all the way back in the twelfth century. That book is Chrétien de Troyes's The Story of Perceval and the Grail." She gazed at the painting, her face glowing with happiness and pure joy, and I reached for my mobile and snapped a picture of her. A magnificent profile shot of Brynne smiling at her Lady Perciva

He froze on the horse's back and his strength had dissipated while his long saber that was often invincible was only pulled out an inch. "Er... er..." There was a dull sound in his throat. He exclaimed incredibly, "How come... suddenly... so fast!" . Before he could finish his words, he fell down from his horse and died. A flying dagger with a delicate hilt had pierced his throat and neck completely, which was exactly the same as the way Gao Jian—the man from Valley Village who had been killed by this knight before— died. All of this happened in an instant. All the other black knights, including the bald-headed giant, never thought that this boy dared to attack first in the face of so many o

For a few moments, no one was able to move from the sheer shock and intimidation of the being, until the knight pulled out his broadsword from his back which prompted the soldiers to move in defense of their king. With one hand the knight swung his weapon on the soldiers that were quick to charge, cutting all of them in half. Blood splattered on the ground like paint, once again causing the men to falter, seeing the power of the enemy. The dark knight slowly walked towards king Ramada who was in awe, gaping at the sight of the helmet's eyes that seemed to glow fiery red, along with a black smoke like a light that seemed to seep out of the armor. Never in his life had he seen such strength an

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Just the quiet pulse of life steady, sure, and unshakably real. Knight Enterprises would go on to make headlines for its innovation, its ethics, its heart. But for Adrian Knight, the truest victory was here in the gentle laughter that filled his home, in the warmth of the man beside him, and in the certainty that love, not power, was the greatest empire he’d ever build.