We're Knights Of The Round Table Novels & Stories

After coldly glaring at Harvey for a good few minutes, the fourth princess stormed out of the place. A few minutes later, she was sitting in the back of her extended Rolls Royce with an extremely gloomy look. A handsome and elegant secretary handed her a glass of champagne respectfully. “Fourth Princess, what should we do now?” The fourth princess’s expression darkened instantly. “Assemble the Knights of the Round Table!” she exclaimed. The Knights of the Round Table were elites selected within the Knights Templar. If the Knights Templar were considered to be special forces, the Knights of the Round Table would be the kings of special forces.

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.

Up in the distance, high up on a hill, was a round tower, looking down over everything. "Windsor Castle has been home to English royalty for centuries," Lily said. They followed on her heels, rapt with attention. "That very spot was where King Arthur and his Knights met, before this castle was even built. This location was chosen for that reason. It is believed to be a very sacred place. In fact, high up on the hill, where you see that round tower, is the very place where the round table was placed.” Scarlet suddenly walked up and tugged on Lily’s sleeve.

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

"I'm sure it's nothing. He's no longer king. He doesn't have to worry about keeping face infront of others any more. He can ride around the castle on a pink horse if he wants to." Barlion's words came out so easily but I could hear the worry in his voice. "Don't worry about it, okay." He said before he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I didn't want to worry about it. But hearing how worried Barlion was, it worried me even more. *** "Dominic, Jusepea, Luther, Shadow and Marge. They are the Queen's appointed knights, your grace." Sir Hunder introduced the five large men standing in front of me, all dressed in full armor and their swords strapped around their waists.

At the back of the room, next to the wooden counter on which were placed men laughing and drinking everything the waitress put in their glass, there was a long wooden table that they immediately took possession of. Doreon sat with his back resting on the wall, so he could have a view of the whole crowded room. The knights sat down and unfastened their cloaks, placing it at their side. No one looked at them, no one had noticed six knights of Haefest in the territory of Locrand. The men toasted and sang, some were busy with their hands under the robes of women perched on their legs, as if there was no one watching them, while the women had their legs wide open so that everyone could see what t

I ask, she just shake her head, she doesn’t know either. “Someone who calls you Russian” she says, but that means what I think she means, if she really did figure it out, she means the pure blood, they’ve been working with the Irish the whole time. “The pure blood” I say out loud, Elle was just looking at us like we are aliens, I agree with her, but we prefer to keep the tiger a bit in the dark. “They aren’t alone” she says. “The Irish?” I ask knowing it’s true.

"I bet the old gods sent him." "Perhaps they did. The mystery knight dipped his lance before the king and rode to the end of the lists, where the five champions had their pavilions. You know the three he challenged." "The porcupine knight, the pitchfork knight, and the knight of the twin towers." Bran had heard enough stories to know that. "He was the little crannogman, I told you."

A new day dawned, and the knights gathered before the construction site. The area around the stage and beneath the arch was being prepared for an arena. “This is for the future challenges!” the King said. “By now, you should know that jousting and duelling are mainstays of the Grand Tourney,” the Princess addressed the contestants. But her gaze was fixed on the nameless knight with hope. Her eyes asked him to defeat Rolfe if he could. “Worry not about it. First, you must find a way to make it through the second game!” The Announcer called forth the organizers, who carried baskets of ribbons toward the knights. The crowd watched with excitement.

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.