Emilia Knight Novels & Stories

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

My neck prickles and I’m uncomfortable with being instantly recognised. “How did you know that?” I ask and she gestures to my neck. “You reek of danger. Our people here will not like your presence.” “Good thing I don’t intend to stay long then. You said you have information on Emma Leonhart?” “Yes. Forgive my manners, take a seat. My name is Emilia.” “Celine. You met with my friend Nessa earlier.” “Yes I did. Would you like anything to drink?” “Thank you, but no. Just the information.”

Each step echoed with unfinished stories. They found Emilia first. She was alone in the makeshift command room, frantically typing on a terminal. Her eyes widened when she turned and froze. “You’re too late,” she spat. Adrian was on her before she could move. One twist of the wrist and she was pinned to the wall. “Where is she?” he growled. “You’ll never find her in time.” Amelia stepped forward. “She’s here. And she’s bleeding.” Emilia’s gaze flicked to her. There was a tremble in her jaw. “She wanted me to disappear. Said if I failed again, she’d kill me.”

I met Emilia’s door slightly open, just as I strolled down the corridor, back at my father’s residence. As I peeped through, I saw her zipping down her strapless emerald green dress, that hugged her skin. I sneaked in quietly and shut the door behind me. Emilia jumped at the sound of the door slamming against the door frame, fear gripping her soul. “What do you want Lucas?” She asked, her eyebrows blinking rapidly with anxiety. I walked towards her slowly, my footsteps clicking the ground.

Was Emilia fucking with him? *****************************************

The vibrant, loving girl I once knew was now a shadow of herself. She hummed, releasing her fingers, which were now bleeding. I hastily grabbed tissues from my drawer to stem the blood. "Why are you inflicting pain on yourself?" I asked, concern etched on my face. Emilia waved me off. "It's nothing, an old habit." Her gaze turned serious. "We have more pressing concerns, like Katherine." My brow furrowed in confusion. "What about Katherine?" Emilia rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Finding her, of course! As an Omega rogue, she's in grave danger."

And then, as if summoned by rumor— She arrived. Not in a gown. Not in defiance. Just in silence. Emilia sat in the very last pew, her curls pulled into a soft twist, her eyes shielded by dark sunglasses, her dress a muted burgundy that clung to her like armor. Beside her, Maya fumed like a live wire in heels. “Why are we here?” Maya whispered. “This is a torture chamber with a four-tier cake.” But Emilia didn’t answer. She was watching the altar.

I asked, Leaning on the door frame, a smirk played on my lips “That isn't of my concern” but her smile didn't soften “I need to speak with Emery’’ She gave me a glare sharp enough to slice through my bones and said flatly “She's not here” I arched my brow. “Don’t lie to me.” Mila crossed her arms. “And if I’m not? What are you going to do, Killian? Manipulate her again?” My jaw clenched. “I didn’t manipulate her.” She laughed bitterly. “You leaked those photos. You set her up. You let her believe she was falling for someone who actually gave a damn.”

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

“That’s where you’re wrong. He isn’t a knight. He’s a king. And he doesn’t lose what’s his.” Dimitri stopped. The smirk faded. “You sound so sure,” he murmured. “I know him,” she said, each word sharp as glass. There was fire in her now—low, burning steady. Not just survival. Defiance. Dimitri leaned in, his voice low. “Do you think he’ll still want you, once I’m done breaking you?” Emilia leaned forward too, eyes never leaving his. “I think,” she said slowly, “he’ll burn you alive before you get the chance.”