Broken Knight Novels & Stories

“Go on, broken girl. The palace isn’t kind to the weak.” I walked past her without another word, each step heavy, each breath a battle. Behind her, Siena’s laughter echoed—sharp, cruel, and victorious.

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

[Status: A+ 63% -> 78% -> 85% -> 91%] Seal cracked. Day 3. Last day. Dawn of Duel. Demon Envoy arrived again. Not envoy. Army. 20 Black Knights on drakes, S-Rank aura. And in middle, Kross. 3 meters tall. Blood axe bigger than Jin. Skin red, horns. S-Rank Butcher. He looked at Academy gate where last envoy was hanged. Grinned and broke hanging rope with axe. "Where is little slave King?" he shouted, voice breaking windows. "I came to take him like dog!"

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I ask in a cold voice with a straight face trying to hide the fear creeping up my throat threatening to choke me. "I thought I would come say hello to my mate and you really didn't make it easy to get in. Almost like you didn't want me to come in, but that would be ridiculous. I broke a window and climbed through. Those aren't reinforced. You really wanna be careful with that because someone could just break in whenever they want. Luckily this time it was just me." It almost sounds like he is genuinely concerned about it, yet I know better. He is fucking crazy.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

They climbed onto the Enforcers' backs, ripping at their helmets, pulling them down into the mud. But the First Knight was untouched. He sat on his horse, his scepter throwing bolts of violet energy that turned anything they touched into ash. He was moving toward me, his horse stepping over the bodies of his own men as if they were nothing but trash. "Lyra, get back!" Killian shouted, trying to push through a line of shield-bearers to get to me. The Knight leveled the scepter at me. "The Bridge must be broken." He fired.