Black Knights Novel Ava And Pierce Romane & Geschichten

Dozens of men with sharp black suits and earpieces surrounded the manor like guards, taking up positions around it with their weapons clenched in their hands. Their eyes constantly scanned for threats, ready to neutralize any danger that dared to breach the front door without hesitation. The heavy oak doors carved with the Blake family crest might as well have been an impenetrable vault for all the good it would do them now. They had received credible intel from one of their most trusted sources that the master of chaos himself – the notorious Zavian Blackthorn – was coming for them. And when Zavian Blackthorn had someone in his sights, they didn't just disappear...they suffered an unspeakab

My hand lifted, tapping once. “Come in,” a masculine voice answered. I swallowed hard, twisted the handle, and stepped in. Inside Tony lounged lazily on a couch at a corner in the room, his brown eyes locking onto mine the moment I entered. My heart spiked violently. It always did when he was near. His gaze pierced me, steady, unyielding. “Hey Ava, welcome,” another voice said. I tore my eyes from Tony, shifting to the man behind the desk. Vincent Blackwood. The vice chancellor himself. His smile was faint, unreadable.

she spat, her glare sharp as blades. I chuckled coldly, gripping my sword tighter. “You’re just bitter you were tossed aside. Did you really expect mercy after double-crossing the Council?” Ava shook her head, her voice trembling with rage. “The Council is rotten! Oppressing rogues for centuries because of outdated, cowardly prejudice!” She took a step forward, her eyes burning into mine. “Of all people, you shouldn’t be the one standing against us.” Her words dug into something I had long buried. I clenched the hilt of my sword harder, then without warning, drove it straight into her chest.

fury.Tavian’s jaw clenched.He had wanted to intervene. Had almost stepped forward. But getting between Rhydian and his targets never ended well, and Tavian had learned to pick his battles.He remembered turning back to look at Aurelian one last time before he followed Rhydian into the academy. That look Aurelian gave him was one of a kind. And it only stared a level of interest in him.Slowly, his hand trailed down his chest and stoped right on his navel.He imagined his hand wrapped cautiously around Aurelian’s throat. His body pinning him to the wall. Those violet eyes wide and startled, his lips parted in surprise.“Hmmm,” his wolf, Rain, finally decided to make an entrance after a quiet ret

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Beatrice has been quite skeptical of both me and Avala, but she has mostly kept to herself instead of harassing us. Avala, on the other hand, has been scarce since we got settled in Vivian's home. Whatever position I thought she held within the Blackout Pack, it seemed even higher and more important than I thought. Her attitude has become a lot more dignified, and even Beatrice respects her more than she suspects her. To an extent, I was jealous. I ran away with her for us to go start our lives all over in a place where no one knew us. I followed her to the Blackout Pack because I thought it would be a place for a new beginning—but that was only for me.

Avalyn I forced my eyes to open. I couldn’t let him win. Suddenly, like a surge of power had burst through me, I jerked my head to the side, tearing off the man's head. It fell off his shoulder and rolled to the side. "Ava..." Dimitri whispered, his voice in unimaginable pain. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I crawled to where he lay on the floor. There was a huge hole in his chest. I could see most of his insides. He was going to bleed out before his wolf would be able to heal him. I needed to help him.

The High Priestess’s blade is a silver sliver in the moonlight, inches from the skin of her palm. I launch myself into the air, a five-hundred-pound arc of silver muscle. I break through the line of warriors, bodies colliding with mine, claws raking, teeth snapping, voices shouting words I cannot process because there is only one direction in the world right now and it is forward to her. To Avara. To my mate.