Doomed Knight Novels & Stories

Just a word from their blue-eyes merciless head could banish someone from the country or even doomed for life. They were like the gods in the movie ‘gods of Egypt’. The Knight empire was ruled by the unfeeling billionaire CEO of Knight Industries, Malcolm Knight. According to rumours he was as gorgeous as a Greek god and as unfeeling as the devil himself. She heard he killed people who offended him without a flinch. His name alone sent shivers down people’s spine. Well, that was none of her business, so long as she never come in contact with this demon.

Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster. Even though I didn't have a prince, I had a knight. My soul belonged to the king and my heart was with the knight. ***

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

The same eyes that had already claimed a thousand lives. The boss had only felt this way when the Royal Knights came to survey the city. It was said that on their road to becoming Royal Knights, the knights had to slaughter thousands. "Do you recognize me?" I questioned, grabbing the attention of everybody in the building. "Tell me all you know." … A Land of Clouds and Dreams "Abaddon! Come out here, you cretin!" At the gate of a massive fire castle, a devilishly attractive man frowned angrily.

The guy with the hat finishes. When their words sink into my brain, I looked at them in panic with wide eyes and mouth opening in shock. They must have sensed my panic because they reassured me that they are not a bad person and that they own a ranch where most of the cattle got sick and died, leading them to lose a fortune. My brother had borrowed a couple of thousand dollars and now they tracked me down because my brother made sure to keep his secret from my parents and had directed these ranchers towards me so that I could pay off his debt. I knew my brother could be an asshole but I didn't realize he is equally heartless. That traitor deserves hell for doing this to me.

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

My eyes followed his every movement, unable to break contact. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and raspy, every word laced with venom and hatred. “Well, well, well…the great Delilah Knight,” he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel, humourless smile. He stopped directly in front of me. “Or should I say, the future widow of Calix Knight? Such an unfortunate choice of names, isn’t it? Knight. He’s always been so weak. A knight in tarnished armour, always failing the women around him.”

The medical pad beneath us was no longer sterile. It was a wreck—heavy, translucent, and completely drenched with my juices and the sheer force of our union. When the climax ripped through me, he let out a guttural growl and delivered one final, powerful thrust, filling me with his scorching heat. --- The next day, Alexander brought me back to New York. The Knight empire had collapsed overnight. The stock had bottomed out, and core assets were frozen. Gerald Knight was clinging to life in the ICU with severe burns.

Damian stood frozen. The echo of the door reverberated inside him like a verdict. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. Rage and guilt warred within him, colliding so violently he felt as though his body would split under the weight of it. For the first time, he had hurt the one person he had vowed to protect. And for the first time, Damian knight , a man who could bend cities to his will, stood powerless.

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and