Black Knight Tiche Novels & Stories

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

I clicked it and the scene played; a man rushing into the bathroom, shooting the woman who'd been in there and writing those shitty words with her blood. The man's face didn't show but his build…it looked so familiar I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to. I rewatched the clip, again and again, hoping to find something and when I finally did, I paused it, my gaze settling on the man's neck. Right there, on the left was a tattoo. One I recognised a little too well. Two swords and a helmet in the middle with blood dripping from the eye part of the helmet— the Black Knights. Those disgusting motherfuckers.

A cry of agony rips off his mouth, filling the entire room and I shudder in my place when I see blood start oozing out of his big scratch that is given by Thunder as his shirt is now torn apart. Dante's scream does not last long when he falls unconscious or maybe… Died? and I keep watching that horrible view with my body shuddering, mouth wide open just like my eyes. As Thunder gets up, he looks at Ace who is shivering in front of him. "No, no, no, please, no…" he keeps chanting as he raises his hands in defeat and shakes his head at thunder but no response comes from him. Thunder tilts his head at Ace as if mocking him and Ace cries in his place. Before he can make another request, Thunder

Erin started to explain. “So each bandit would give us that many points? And there’s a lot of them? This’s really a good quest!” said a slightly shocked Zephyr after she had finished explaining about the quest. “They’re called the Black Tiger Bandits. Each of them has a Black Tiger card on them. The cards of the Strength level fighters are made of wood and the cards of the Agility level fighters are made of jade. As for the management, they carry cards made out of jade too, but in red color,” continued Erin.

He noticed something. On the edge of the dagger was a sign, more like a tattoo—a tattoo he had seen somewhere. "Black Knights" was written on the other side of it; it was so tiny that he nearly didn't see it at first. "See this, Darien," he lowered the dagger since he was taller. "Black Knights?" Darien exclaimed. Immediately, a guard standing at a distance heard it; he turned and began walking away as fast as his legs could carry him.

In silence, I acknowledged the strange sensation. Before us stood Black, accompanied by two soldiers. His presence demanded attention, and he began his introduction with confidence. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Black Knight, the esteemed Head Knight of the King of the West," he declared, his posture exuding authority. Oddly enough, there was a distinct scent surrounding Black, reminiscent of pine trees and rain. It was a captivating aroma, though I knew it wasn't his natural fragrance since he hadn't emitted that scent during our encounter in the forest.

At the gate. A knight with black armor, as the head, was burly and appeared to be 2.5 meters tall and seemed to be an iron tower. He was sitting upright on a huge, somewhat exaggerated half-demon horse Black Wind Beast. He was bald, his face and scalp were marked with blue thorn tattoos, which made him even more fearful. The tattooed baldheaded man, with slightly narrowed eyes and a faint flicker of green lawn in the depths of the pupils, was cold as if his cold eyes were not like human's.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

Kai Blackthorn took off his helmet to reveal tousled blond hair and an arrogant smirk, and blue eyes that watched me with amusement. I hated the way he stood there in dark jeans clinging to his long legs, his boot scuffed but sturdy and leather gloves covering long fingers that tapped lazily against the handlebar of his bike. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “If it isn’t my new slave, little omega.” Follow my I. , G: @authormiragreen 💚

Even though he knew it was hopeless, he couldn’t allow his feelings to get in the way, not right now. “You’re lucky. I hear anything about Chloe or me, or this, and I will personally cut out your tongue.” He gave another squeeze and shoved the man to the ground. Leaving the fair, he climbed on his bike. The helmet sat mocking him as he’d wanted to take Chloe out for a ride after the fair. He was so fucking pissed off. Straddling his bike, he rode across town to the MC clubhouse. There were several bikes parked, but only a few men lingered. None of them spoke as he, Ian,