Deadly Encounter K A Knight Novels & Stories

Kaven, who saw the tension between the two of them, gulped nervously. Time was ticking. The Panthera Knights were still struggling to defend the kingdom even though it felt like their defeat was already before their eyes. The blood of the fallen knights dyed the white snow with ghastly crimson color. The monsters that had died came back to life. Its tyrannosaur head, with a smaller body, rose from the dead and took advantage of the situation. Its jaw caught one of the knights easily. One swoop of its bite was enough to take down the knight. It then spat out the knight, and the knight died from loss of blood.

Then, a tall, handsome man in his early thirties walked in and shook hands with Knight. “Cal.” Oh, the infamous Califf. Well, damn. He looked like a prince in a fairy tale book. “You must be Nirvana.” “Nice to finally put a face to an infamous Califf.” “I have something to tell you. The last time I met Knight. You know what he told me?” “Do tell.” I smiled at him. “Really, Cal? We’ll go back there right away?” Knight just blushed. I couldn’t believe he blushed before his friends.

It took him twenty minutes to reach me, when he did come he wasn’t alone, well I didn’t expect him to be, the war is a dark place for the both of us. “oh my dearest cousin, we finally meet again” he says raising a gun to my head, but I wasn’t an idiot, I had my gun up right back.

he snapped, irritation threading his voice for reasons I couldn’t place before his expression flattened into blankness. He tilted the book toward me. I squinted at the cover, then back at him. “What now? I’m supposed to feel most especially grateful that you’re not wielding the book against me, too?” Tsk. His fingers pinched my cheek. Pain flared from my split lip—still tender—and I knocked his hand away. “Cut it out!” The silence after was loud. Thankfully, we were alone. He nodded toward the book. I looked again. Deadly Enmity.

He went berserk and tried to hunt Lily down for payback, but her new boyfriend's goons beat him to a pulp and tossed him onto the curb. That was my cue. I swooped in and took over Julian's company without breaking a sweat. Frankly speaking, I was always the superior leader. If I had not been so blinded by love in my past life, unable to see what a total piece of trash he was, I never would have ended up dead the first time around. I threw myself into work after that and forgot all about Julian. However, two weeks later, a gruesome story hit the news. Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor b

Yet, before the tip of the knight's sword could even shift, something hissed sharply through the freezing air. Thud! A broadsword came flying out of the shadows, impaling the knight right through his back with a sickening, tearing crunch. The man's body jolted forward, his eyes widening in absolute shock, before he collapsed face-first onto the heavy snowbank—right at Roselyn’s feet. Dead on impact. Roselyn looked up, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. Standing right behind the lifeless body was Kaelus. His right hand was still extended in a throwing posture, his heavy black cloak billowing in the twilight wind that carried flakes of swirling snow.

Despite being surrounded the knight was never surrounded but the enemy was hopelessly outmatched as hours passed and bodies started to pile up. Kent noticed the enemy at the western gate was slowly drawn to him as more and more soldiers surrounded him it would take time for the knight to get back. Before he could reach he could hear the thrumming of chains in the distance. The familiar sound put a smile on his face as the knight turned around to see his old mentor and Venerable knight Khorn Fellfang. His mentor riddled in dents and scratches as his axes are riddled in blood, Kent saw his master was happy to fight once again praising him for finding a world that could be their new home.

He can see her, feel her, but is unable to touch her. She had her head down throughout the meeting and was deliberately avoiding his gaze. Unlike her former sunny self, the Victory that sat in this room is no longer a shining beacon. A dark, ominous cloud in the form of Arthur Knight had casted a shadow over her, absorbing her light and warmth from scintillating towards the earth. Did Arthur Knight finally succeed in breaking Victory Sinclair's joyful spirit? Turning his attention towards the meeting at hand, he went on to announce the final item in the agenda, A. K. Media's next immersive event which will be in time for Halloween.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

“She said your name.” It took a few seconds for my words to register. Knight blinked, confusion in his gaze, only for it to fade once he caught the subtle notes of Anastasia’s scent clinging to my skin. Her arousal—every sweet drop of it—hit him in the face. “Oh, shit.” I felt my claws press into his flesh, nicking his shoulders as I fought the pull of my beast. “And now you die.” Knight should have been trembling. Hell, he should have pissed himself with fear, but this was Knight. He didn’t operate the way normal people did.