Black Knight Tiche Novels & Stories

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

I smiled. “What does Grace drink?” I asked, curious what I should be buying the pool shark who just handed me my ass without blinking. “Tequilla,” Rei answered, chewing her lip. “And you?” I asked. “Tequilla,” Rei laughed. “Really?” I asked, surprised. “Really,” Rei smiled, relaxing a bit more around me.

he responded, his words carrying a sense of respectful concern. "Tsk. Shit..." That was a problem. The elite knights, clandestinely dedicated to the service of every lycan prince, posed a challenge that couldn't be taken lightly. Their exceptional skills allowed them to swiftly identify and neutralize any potential threat. Once their attention was drawn to something awry, the perpetrator's fate was sealed—hunted down relentlessly until they met their demise and were laid to rest on the unforgiving earth.

" Before Black Bjorn could finish his sentence, however, he suddenly stopped short, his face turning red in an instant. Then, he let out an ear-piercing scream. Black Bjorn's face contorted in pain. His veins bulged from his neck and arms as well. He then realized that Damian already had one leg on his arm, and all it took him was just a gentle, crushing blow to pulverize the bones in his arm. The Titan Technique that Black Bjorn had mastered and always been known for was nothing but child's play in Damian's eyes. It was utterly useless. "You little shit! How dare you—ah!"

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

Black smiled shyly, satisfied to hear his mate finally call him by his name. "Wait two seconds," Bianca said, shocked, before turning to face him. "Is that the famous bite you were talking about yesterday?" she asked half-angry and half-shocked. "A fucking tattoo? A fucking tattoo with your initials? Shit! At what point did you bring in a tattoo artist, by the way?" Black frowned and gritted his teeth to hold back the growls of his wolf, who was starting to wake up. "No tattoo artist and my wolf's mark proves you're ours, Love."