Doomed Knight Novels & Stories

one of their allies asked with a frown. “The Knights’ reputation will be ruined and we might lose investors too! Governor Castro is dead too! And the President of Robles Construction! What the hell is going on here? Mi’lady Scarlett, is there something we should know?” one of the Knights Empire directors asked. Scarlett didn’t answer because she was just staring blankly. “Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!”

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

The ink flowed down the wall and onto the ground, racing toward the Original Knight. The Knight tried to swing his sword, but the black ink grabbed his ankles. "What... what is this?" the Knight gasped. "It's the 'Unfinished'!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "It’s the anger of every character you left behind! You want to be the Knight? Then lead the 'Deleted' back to the **X**!" The ink pulled the Knight down. It pulled the wingless dragon down. It pulled the faceless child down.

“Don’t challenge me. I can always make you disappear. Your knight has left the country. No one will come to your defense anymore.” A pain worked its way to my chest. Like a pin-prick. My eyes smarted, and my nostrils began to burn when she began to refer to Damina as my knight. I had often heard Mason and Baron call him Knight. I do not know what that means. Was it a code or something? Images of Damian came to my head. I was hoping that he was safe and nothing bad happened to him, though I can’t shake this feeling, a sense of foreboding.

"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.

"I'm stuck…" I looked at him with hope I had never felt before. Mommy and Daddy didn't know the coffin had been nailed shut. As long as the priest told them, I would be saved! After staring at me for a few seconds, his eyes slowly moved away. The prayer resumed, this time louder and more urgent than before. He knew. He must've known. Why wouldn't he save me? "I told you that the child has a cursed soul. He brings misfortune to his own family and harms those closest to him. He can't be kept," he said.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

Captain Adrien ran to his side “Your Majesty, the wards are failing! They’re not just shadows, they carry corruption. Our flame-born cannot even touch them without being burned.” Alistair gritted his teeth, looking up at the swirling vortex above “I just received word from Caroline, the Silver knights are on their way here, they will surely have a way to handle this. We just need to hold on till they reach here, we cant lose hope, our people need us.” …. In the Kingdom of Dreadmoor… This place was not just attacked by the creature coming from the vortex but also by the follower of Kal, the dark knights, who had been in hiding and waiting for their Master to return.

Since Knight was a famous billionaire, it wasn't unlikely for someone to attempt to harm those close to him just for money. For the last time, he couldn't save the woman he loved. He failed to keep his promise that no harm would come to her as long as he was there. In the end, he couldn't do anything. He couldn't even save his fiancée and child, whom he wanted to be with forever. And until now, the wound in his heart remains deep. Everything lost its meaning to him—his personality completely changed. He was still Knight Andrie, a billionaire—a ruthless, merciless, and brutal businessman who feared nothing because he had nothing left to lose.

Quietly, snow fell over the landscape made up of jagged rocks that shot off from the mountain side and the powder like whiteness kissed the emerald needles of the massive pine trees but it was the bodies of my own knights that started to haunt my body, my mind, and my soul. Taking a heavy step forward, all of my senses seemed to have abandoned me; I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t feel- Hell, I was surprised I could see and take in sight. One of my youngest knights, Nicholas, who I only saw a few minutes ago stabbing the life out of a Northern Whisper was now laying motionless upon the snowy ground; his chest cavity still bleeding out, intestines ripped violently from their home and pulled through