Blake Knight Novels & Stories

I saw my phone starting to vibrate, I looked at the phone, it’s Nikolai, I closed the line and closed the phone not getting the guy attention what happened, he’s an idiot who didn’t even notice that I was looking at my phone, I could have called back up, I could have asked on a hit. “He’ll meet with you, but it’s a private meeting” he says, of course it’s a private one, I nod waiting to know whom I’m meeting with to begin with. “He’s not one of the Irish is he?” I ask wanting to know who it is. “No, he’s not, it’s bigger than just the Irish, there’s some other player who wants the Nikolai off” he tells me, oh I know about that. “A new player? And who would that be?” I ask needing to know who

The blade who defies all in service to its true master. A dark voice began to echo within the mind of the Knight lord whispering of her pledge of service to her only master. Kent smiled as the blade took the shape of a single-edged sword, the blade shone like the black moon glistening upon the blood-filled lake. All life who looked upon the blade without a single word the fear upon their eyes was clear as day as no soul could ever forget the destroyer of gods, The Blight Eater. “Master, It is an honor to be of service to you once again.” The blade whispered.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

He knew that the princess was not inside that van and it made his head hot after he didn't understand why he seemed to explode when he saw Zera with a knife pointed at her neck followed by a bit of blood dripping on her neck and that doubled his sanity. "How did you say that?" Gavin asked, feeling more calm. Clayton pointed to Ice's place that Jam was already supporting. "See? Look at that Idiot he passed out when he saw blood," said Clayton. They were more confused, at first they couldn't believe that their colleague now mercilessly killed someone but they tried to understand that even Xanti would have done the same if he had moved ahead of Gavin. "Guys! We knew it!" Adrison and Nash come o

“You’re fucking sick.” “I am a fucking maniac, and to your luck, I am your worst fucking nightmare, Blake Knight.” He said, his tone darkening, and his eyes hardening. My heart raced, and shaking his head, he turned back around. “You are in luck, I have a woman to love. Natalia would have done well, I have to be honest, her beauty seems ‘catching’, but I have a woman for my own, and I do believe that you are aware that is where everything started.”

Zarah shook her head in annoyance. “At least we try our best,” McKaye said. “Knight, the allies,” Lennox reminded him. Knight gave me the council’s number, and I dialed it on my phone when no one picked up from Knight’s number. It was picked up right away as if monitoring my call logs. “Yes? Who am I speaking to?” a man answered, sounding as old as Lennox. “You know who I am. I’m sure my number is already registered in my profile, but let me introduce myself. “I’m Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, a human mated to Alpha Knight Blackwell.”

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

Vincent did not reply to Caeser but instead asked him back about Blake’s hereabouts. Caeser’s expression immediately sank. Blake was in Bostone because of a woman. “I know.” “Then how could you not know that Blake and that woman are trying to conspire against my niece?” Vincent slowly spat. His expression was cold. In such a hostile situation, how else could one go about helping Caeser? However, Caeser was a bit more frank. “Blake is his own person. I am my own person. I don’t repay kindness with ingratitude, Mr. Windsor. You and I have known each other for so many years. Surely you understand how my character is.”

Father inquired, and Blake’s parents remained silent—they’re the only ones who cannot dare to hurt me physically. I find myself crying as I stare at Blake. A look that is menacing in its intensity. I had the intention of informing him that I could very easily expose him. "What is it that you can say, Artemis . . .?" He questioned. His statements exude assurance, but his voice is hardly audible, and he gives off the impression that he wants to say something but is unable to do so. "I have nothing to do with Kade!" I yelled. "He was a good man—"