The Knights Of The Round Table Book Novels & Stories

“She has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. She’s stubborn when it matters, foolish when she loves, and braver than she’ll ever admit. And if anyone deserves joy—true, unshakable joy—it is her.” The courtiers shifted, surprised murmurs weaving between them, but Maddie didn’t care. She never had. Her words still rang in the hall when another voice cut through. Deeper, steady, and familiar. “If the Lady’s closest friend may speak,” A knight said, stepping out from the gathered crowd, “then surely his men may, too.” The room shifted. Courtiers quieted, curious. A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

It broke so easily like fragile glass, shattered into crystal shards. “Sir Sadon!” the other grand knight shouted. Furiously glaring at Alice, he lunged towards her like a mad man, but Robert immediately intercepted and stopped him. “Uh-uh, you’ll have to go through me first,” Robert said with a grin as he parried the grand knight’s sword with his own. “So they have finally arrived,” Divine Knight Kael spoke while looking straight towards the Lower Ring. When Arth turned around, he caught a glimpse of a long golden bow a few kilometers away, shining amidst the darkness on top of a high building.

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

Chapter 36 XXXVI Rosalie “Avalon?” I turn to Estelle in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and his round table of knights?” Estelle hummed her agreement, before brushing past and down the stairs. “Is there any fairy tale, that is just that?... A story to lull children to sleep.” “Oh, King Arthur was a very real person. As was Merlin.”

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

We gather around him and the edges of the spell, forming an arch-shaped wall of bodies--Arthur and Embyr to my right, Devona to my left, standing slightly in front of me, keeping one eye on the spell, and one eye on the door. “This man was once Sir Gareth, a loyal knight and mage of the Round Table,” Devona explains. “When I was blamed for your original deaths, they cursed me and my men into birds and then made me watch as they hunted my soldiers for sport. “The paladin knights of the Round Table faced a much worse fate. Once they discovered that their king and queen were dead, they came to Avalon with spells and swords ready for war. I was unable to intervene, as my sentence had already bee