Black Knight Tiche Novels & Stories

“Sable Howl belongs to Crimson Dusk.” The crowd held its breath, even the wind seemed to still. A fight to the death, the Rite of Blood was rare. Usually invoked by a challenger within the pack, one who questioned their Alpha’s worth. But from an outsider? Unheard of, yet not forbidden. Xareth was invoking a tradition no one had dared in generations. Alpha Thorne stepped forward, sword clenched tightly in his hands, he seemed determined, proud and desperate. Across from him, Xareth removed his cloak with a single fluid motion. Then he unsheathed his weapon, a sword unlike any I’d seen before.

He looked at her and noticed the tattoo mark on her neck. 5273. "What the fuck?" Baffled by this, he also looked at the other maid beside her. She was a few inches shorter than the blonde woman. Her hair was black which made her skin look so pale. She has similar eyes with the other but her button nose and mouth are small and compact, which made her look younger, —like she is still in her mid or late teens. He frowned as he saw a tattoo on her neck. 7201. Trying his best to hide his curiosity by switching his focus on his current situation, he shifted his gaze back to the blonde woman standing in front of him, waiting for his answer.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

Everyone jumped in shock by his tone. He'd never used his Alpha voice with me. But it really was intimidating. I stood still, trying to catch my breath, I was still really mad. Tasha shifted back, whimpering from the pain. She grasped her ribs, I could see both of her sides were red and purple, and covered in blood. It matched perfectly with her broken jaw and the blood pouring from her mouth, it went perfect with her purple eyes and bloody nose. When Blake felt my body relaxed, he let go of me. I made my way close to her.

Moreno is a bit thin but tall and knows how to dress, add to that his face as if he is Korean with Filipino descent. "I'm Nash," said a man. Out of all of them, he seems to be the smartest. Zera didn't know but she could feel it. "I'm Julian," he said. It is the smallest of them that is quite white. "Jam," one said simply and it seemed stuck. "Hello, I'm Ice, the most handsome of all." After he said that, his companions hit his head except for Josh who just winced. That guy is the most lively and mischievous of them all.

I said. Dominic smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Brave words. Let's see if you can back them up. We've selected our champion." The massive doors at the far end of the chamber swung open. A figure entered, backlit by torchlight. Seven feet tall, broad as a door, covered in scars that told stories of violence and victory. Thorne Blackwater. I'd seen his photo on Luna's laptop. But photos didn't capture the raw menace he radiated. He moved like a predator, each step deliberate and deadly. His eyes found mine across the chamber, and something cold slithered down my spine.

I fought another whimper. “What’s your name?” It took a few tries for me to choke it out. Such a simple question and yet I stumbled over the answer multiple times, out of fear or something else I didn’t want to examine right now. “T─Becky . BeckyTaylor.” “Hm. Becky . I’m LorganKnight. Alpha of the Blackclaw pack.” He inclined his head, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “You might have heard of me.” “The Lycan King.” I spat resentfully, still floored by the fact that the legend himself was right here in front of me.

Tehila's POV The challenger stepped forward from the back of the chamber. He was massive, easily taller than both Zane and Dalton, with shoulders broad enough to block out the light. His face was scarred with old wounds that spoke of battles survived and his entire dressing and walking step screamed military and dangerous power. I had never seen him before in my life, why would he challenge them for me? "Who are you?" Alpha Blackwood demanded, sounding surprised himself. "Ryker North, Alpha of the Nightshade pack," the stranger answered with a deep voice. "Tehila Morrison is my fated mate and I am here to claim what the Moon Goddess gave me."