Crazy Knight Novels & Stories

More people will get hurt if he tries to chase us down… panic is already starting to form… Why won’t he stop? A sudden looming shadow appeared in front of me as I braced myself for the first strike of the sword. I quickly looked up and gasped, stunned to find the Crown Prince standing in between me and the crazed Knight. He held a sword firmly in his grasp and it was raised to deflect the Knights strike, forcing him back. The drooling Knight tried again again, each swing becoming sluggish and slow. The Prince took this opportunity to end his madness, burying the tip of his blade into the Knight who continued to make strange sounds. His body slumped to the ground and his eyes finally closed.

Zylith. As I gawked at my crazed knight howling like a jackal as he claimed, I mentally prayed to all the Gods I was familiar with to let me safely pass this ordeal. How in Heaven's name was I gonna drag this big loony muddled knight back to the castle undetected? I inwardly sweated thinking about what was to come after he came back to his senses.

I curse internally for not finding my motorcycle's key when I need it the most. "Okay. I'm coming. Don't worry. He will be okay." Cutting the call, I throw a long coat on my nighty and leave my apartment in a hurry. Thankfully, I have shorts on, so it doesn't look awkward to ride my motorcycle on that street half-naked. What the hell is wrong with me? Inwardly, I ask myself about what I am doing and what makes me do it.

Kent was shocked to hear the trials were suddenly being pushed forward was beyond their expectations as it only happens during times of great strife. Though Kent understood if they pushed forward with the trials with Requiem’s fall and over 87% of the Venerable knights cursed with the Dreamless Sleep. The entire kingdom is severely underpowered with over 5 million active knights with the ranks of Champion and lower while the Venerable elite knights remained only number in the hundreds. “Bossman If ya don’t mind me askin and all why the flying F*ck would they start it now when practically less than a million knights are barely out of Adept training?” Clayton asked.

At last, they forced the older to agree and let him marry her; they have three sons and three daughters. But unfortunately, Aubrey’s father, Alex Knight, was the head of the knight family after his father, and his two younger brothers became his enemy for this head position. It destroyed his happiness; it’s another day's story. The Knight family’s second son, Jack Knight, is a womanizer, and The third son, June knight, differs from his other brothers, shady and cunning. Their elder daughter, Freya knight, and the younger daughter, Lia knights are bitching because of the knight family; they are overly hypnotizing.

For some reason, looking at him like that, I sensed a quiet loneliness. “Jenny.” He suddenly spoke and held out a business card. “What is it?” I took it and glanced down. It was a cold, black metal card. On it was only a single line of gold lettering: Caspian Knight followed by a phone number. No title. No company. No address. As if the name itself was enough. Knight chuckled softly, offering no explanation. Instead he lifted his chin slightly. “Jenny, it’s been many years since I last saw you. When I first saw you again, I was honestly disappointed.”

But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade,— There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain—

I was beyond shocked. A man in a black suit has a sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they did not see much that surprised them anymore. He had no smile on. I scrolled down through the headlines. Youngest billionaire in the city. CEO of Knight Holdings. Known for ruthless business decisions. Has destroyed competitors without showing any mercy. Linked to multiple corporate scandals. Untouchable. I clicked on an article. There were photos of him at galas and business events, always in black, always with the same unreadable expression. People around him in the photos stood slightly apart, the way people stand when they are not completely comfortable.

“Don’t you ever say anything about her.Don’t even think about her,you asshole.” Of course he knew the Dalton Family was one of the most powerful families in Spain. But he couldn’t care less. And he didn’t really know this particular person to be from that family. Max was indeed from that family.He was the youngest son whose hobby was creating troubles for the family. He was like the black sheep. “I need you to start talking or else,you’ll be stripped naked and tied up.And then I will transport you publicly to your family home.” Max’s eyes widened.

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.