Batman: Arkham Knight Stories Novels & Stories

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

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... "

"State your name and business!" "I am the Shadow Knight," he replied, letting power resonate through the words. "I seek Lord Blackmoor's heir. We share common enemies." The scouts exchanged glances. One wheeled his mount, galloping back toward the keep. The others formed a loose circle, blessed crossbows trained on him but fingers carefully off triggers. "You're the one from the stories," another scout said. "The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads."

Media, proving to show just how little Arthur knows of her. Henry Winkler once said, assumptions are the termites of relationships. Be careful Arthur, your fairytale castle maybe crumbling as we speak. While the Knights were enjoying the scrumptious Italian food that were spread out on their dining table, on the other side of the city, Victory was bawling her eyes out. She was also celebrating the custody hearing results, in the form of a pity party.

As the battle for Arcadia raged violently as the Knights of the Sky Raiders fought the possessed remains of the Silver Hammer. Khorn and many other knight companies fought fiercely against their ancient enemy as they slowly pushed forward. With each step they took many knights fell to the demon's trickery and their vile blood magics. "STAND WITH ME BROTHERS WE FIGHT IN THE NAME OF THE DREAMERS AND FOR REQUIEM, CHARGE!" Khorn roared.

I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

he states, I just nod knowing this won’t end well, not for me. “Is everything okay?” I ask him, I know it wasn’t. “You know how you write stories?” he asks, I nod my head yes, I do know, I’m an author after all, I know all about stories, the happy and the sad ones. “Once upon a time, when I was even younger than you, I used to get in fights, not the regular fights Elle. The underground kind, of fights, you know?” he says with a smirk, I think I knew what he means.

I found his perspective captivating. “So, what’s your story, Ace?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled lightly, “That’s a long one, Deborah. But maybe one day, I’ll share it with you.” The conversation flowed easily, and I found myself wanting to learn more about him, about his art, and the stories hidden beneath his confident exterior. Maybe what I had seen in his brown eyes were stories, not secrets. But what was Ace's story, really? I couldn't help but wonder.