Every Knee Shall Bow Book Novels & Stories

The white-haired man is the last to follow, and he bows his head deeply. “The King has returned.” He says quietly, bending the knee to his King.

the second guard said, “you do it *kneeling.*” The word hit like a slap. Submission. On Lunaris stone. In front of their guards. Every Alpha instinct in him howled. Pride rose in him like a beast, furious at the idea of bending to anyone on foreign ground. Elowen’s face rose in his mind. Bleeding. Dragged. Caged. Love cut through pride like a blade. Pride tasted like ash. He went to one knee. Stone bit through his trousers, cold and unforgiving. The forest air seemed to hold its breath.

Like she was made of starlight spun into skin, and I was still learning how to hold her without breaking. Her back rested against the ruined altar. I braced her there, my arms caging her softly, our foreheads nearly touching. "I've got you," I said again. But it wasn't enough. Not for what she deserved to hear. Not for what I had kept buried like a coward. Slowly, I moved back. My knees hit stone. My hands followed. And then— I bowed. Fully. Forehead to the cold ground, my body folded in surrender. A prince. A wolf. A weapon. Brought low, not by chains or crowns or magic.

LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed.

"On your knees." The command sent a jolt of pure, undiluted fear through him. He sank to his knees on the damp grass, the rough blades pricking his skin. He was completely at the man's mercy. His head was bowed, his eyes fixed on the ground. He heard Victor walk around him, circling him like a shark.

A few of them actually bow their heads, whether from shame or simple exhaustion I can’t tell anymore. The ache in my chest chooses that exact moment to flare, hard and sudden, and I grind my molars and grip the arm of my chair until it passes, keeping my face as still as I can manage until it does. “We don’t have any option besides Ashborn,” I say, once I trust my voice again. “So I’d suggest all of you get comfortable with the idea of groveling, because that’s precisely what it may come to.” “I will beg no little girl Alpha,” Roth hisses.

It was a full, awkward bow, spine bent, hands clasped, face lifted in forced humility. “Rue,” she said, “we were wrong. So wrong. Please…please forgive us.” I swallowed hard. I had never seen my mother bow to anyone. Then it was my turn. My pride screamed and my instincts rebelled. Every lesson I had ever learned told me this was wrong, that kneeling was weakness. But fear won. I stepped forward and dropped to my knees. The cold stone bit into my skin through my trousers, shock shooting up my legs. I bowed my head, forcing my voice to soften.

Then an entire cluster near the far wall. The sound of it ripples outward, knees hitting stone, heads bowing, hands pressed to chests in reverence so deep it steals my breath. “Your Majesty,” someone whispers. My heart stutters. I turn slowly to Kael. He looks… startled. Truly startled. “Don’t,” he says quietly, lifting a hand. “You don’t need to kneel, not after what we have all been through.” They kneel anyway. Every single one of them.

He walked past me and sat stylishly on the only chair in front of me with his leg resting on the other. "Kneel...!" he grunted as I just bluntly stared at that handsome devil without a blink. Smacking myself back to reality I run my mind wild to gather my strength to defend myself. "Kneel" he screamed again and I trembled in fear. His voice was as cold as how handsome he was. I couldn't breathe properly. All I could do was to do as he said so I fell on my knees instantly with my head hanging down in slavery. Was he talking about that scene at the wedding banquet?

​Kneel. ​Instantly, like a row of dominos falling to a mechanical whim, the members of the Silver Crescent Pack dropped. Alpha Garrick went down to one knee, bowing his head deeply. Luna Evelyn bowed her face to the cobblestones. Brandon and Cynthia collapsed instantly, their bodies trembling under the sheer pressure of the King’s divine right to rule. Hundreds of warriors and omegas hit the ground in perfect unison, their heads bowed, their eyes pinned to the dirt. ​Except for Seraphina.