Broken Knight Novels & Stories

Silas said, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Kaelen raised the needle toward the air. He didn't draw a bridge or a lilies this time. He moved the pen with the slow, deliberate pace of a king signing a treaty. He wrote a single sentence in the empty space above the keep. THE NORTH BELONGS TO THE BROKEN.

It wasn't the woman I remembered; she looked hollow and cold. She whispered, "I paid back the debt." "The deal is now broken." Lucian moved to get in my way. "He's not going to hurt her." Damien said, "It's over." "You closed one hole, but a Bone King rises in Flame's place." The veil then broke. The hole got bigger. A red mist filled with broken bones poured out. The Bone King, whose shape was huge and topped with ivory, moved forward. He pulled me behind him and pulled out his knife. "We fight together."

Why was she the only one cursed with fragments of another life—one filled with Dave, Sandra, Morgan, Ben, Eve… a family forged in blood and loyalty? Her gaze lifted despite herself. Dave Stark sat at the high table. Not Eros Dreadlonos. Not a memory. Him. He wore gold-threaded regalia, dark hair artfully disheveled, power coiled around him like a second skin. A throne had been prepared, but he looked like he’d been born to command even without it. Bella’s breath caught. Across the hall, Alpha Griffin laughed nervously. “Your Majesty, I don’t understand. You say you didn’t receive what you came for?”

I felt like I was being sold off from my boss to another sinfully alluring boss that's totally off limits. He walked out after informing me about the coronation and all. I felt like a total alien in here, and he still told me to get used to this? I walked out of the balcony after a while of staring into space. Walking around the palace made me see the huge difference in the two packs. Moonlight pack was a lot better than crystal pack in many ways. A better king, none of them was any good with their temper though. A nice building structure, nice land and very spacious surroundings, much more better than Crystal pack.

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On Christmas Eve, Anna dragged me to a bar to celebrate. “Cheers to our queen of agricultural research!” she exclaimed, raising her glass with a radiant smile. For once, I let loose, drinking one glass after another. As the alcohol hit me, I staggered to my feet, intending to go to the restroom. I stumbled, nearly falling, but a warm embrace caught me steadily. Dazed, I looked up into a pair of golden eyes. It was a face I often saw on TV news—Sebastian Kruger, the Alpha King.

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

That told me more than a story would have. A soft chime interrupted the room, not an alarm. A priority handshake request. Clean encryption. Old architecture. Expensive. Dominic looked at the identifier and went still in that dangerous way of his, the kind of stillness that meant a decision tree had just fully formed in his head. “They don’t usually move this fast,” he murmured. “Who?” “The Crownbreakers,” he said quietly. “That’s what the symbol represents.” “Subtle name,” I said.

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At dinner, something was wrong. Kaelen's amulet—the one he had just put on this morning—had a massive crack in it. The edges of the obsidian bore the corrosive marks of dark magic. Purple-black embers of mana flickered with an ominous glow. "How did it break?" I immediately stood up to check. "Are you hurt?" Cassian scoffed from across the table, gloating. "Some noble probably got sick of looking at that trash and broke it on purpose."