Blake Knight Novels & Stories

Sam Asked. “Well young hunter, all the stories you have heard are probably true. Although Blake is an alpha, he is dedicated to the Protector team. He has been even more dedicated after losing his mate two years ago during a rogue attack along the border. She was ambushed in an attempt to weaken him. Thank the goddess that Alpha Blake survived and kept his sanity. I believe it is because of his dedication that the goddess had mercy on him. I also believe that there is a bigger purpose for Alpha Blake, it just has not been revealed yet.”

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

She shouted, Kevin also looked at the back and found that Jenny was not with them. RK was coming closer and blinking his eyes many times, he wiped his eyes with his suit's sleeves and said: "My friend has already caught her, now it's your turn." Kevin and Sohu were stepping backward. Kevin said in his disguise voice "You should help your friend because he is not compatible with Jenny without a gun because she knows combat, she had black belt." RK smiled devilishly and said, "At the moment you should worry about yourself instead of my friend, and by the way, my friend also knows fighting skills, he is the 6th degree black belt."

"Bring Sir Blake here now," "But Sir Keatton. That's very impossible for us to do. Master Blake is a very busy person running big thousands of errands at a time. Plus, he won't consider us getting inside his mansion without booking an appointment or without Lord Damon," he said. That's a lot of words.

If Heil was behind me, does it kill Blake? *

A tall man stepped through the doorway like he owned the very ground beneath him. He wore a black suit that fitted his body very perfectly. His shoulders were wide and he has a straight back. He has a very handsome but cold looking face. and his jaw was sharp enough to cut through a glass. He walked heavily and the sound of his shoes echoed through the silent room. Blake Knight. My breath caught in my throat. He was even more striking up close than the whispers had made him sound. He sighted me across the hall. Something hit me deep in my chest. Fear, yes. But also something else, something I did not have a name for. My face felt hot.

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

"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

Each exhale sounded like the last, and still she smiled. That smile shattered him. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he pressed down on the gaping wound in her abdomen. “Don’t you dare give me that farewell smile like this is the end. This is not how your story ends, Raven.” She didn’t respond. “RAVEN!” A growl tore from his throat. He was Alexander Blake, CEO, power broker, feared and respected across nations, but right now, he was just a man losing someone he couldn’t afford to lose.