Every Knee Shall Bow Book Novels & Stories

“And how did you feel afterward?” “Guilty,” I whispered. “But not enough to stop me from coming back.” He nodded once, like he’d expected exactly that answer. “Kneel.” I dropped to the stone floor in front of the table. The cold bit into my knees. The open book waited. The new chapter was titled *Deeper Repentance*. “Read,” he ordered. “From the top. Loud and clear this time.” My voice shook as I began. “I renounce the weakness of my body. I offer every impure touch to God as suffering. I reject the pleasure that pulls me from grace…”

He dropped to one knee. The sound of it hitting the floor echoed through the ruined house. My chest clenched. No. No, no. Not like this. Not forced. Not him. The rogues outside lifted their heads. Kael went very still. The journal wrote across the floor in silver light instead of on the page. THORNCROFT KNEELS AGAIN. Damien’s hands curled into fists. Every muscle in his body strained as he tried to rise. He could not. Rage rolled through him.

Seth’s voice comes barely above a whisper and the words echo, low and strange, not human and suddenly, the fire around him roars louder, almost swallowing the sound. Kieran finally manages to take a step back, his heart hammering underneath his chest, almost about to rip out. "I said…" Seth tilts his head and his lips curls into a sinister smile. "You will bow." No. Kieran wants to say but the words stay in his throat as if they are struck. And as if his whole body is controlled by strings, Kieran’s knees give out and he drops to his knees, bowing. Kieran wakes up with a startle. He shot up on his bed, finding himself in his room, not surrounded by flames and those crimson eyes.

Binds. I scream. I endure. I stay. The gods shriek as light flares violently. The fracture seals. The Goddess gasps, strength flooding back unevenly. Not whole. Never whole. She pulls her hand away. And then, slowly, unbelievably She lowers herself fully. She kneels before me. Silence crashes down. The gods freeze. Kieran stares. The child sobs in relief. The Goddess bows her head. “Nova,” she says, voice steady but humbled. “As long as I breathe, I will stand with you.”

I was already on my knees. What more did he want? I pressed my palms together, the one still pinned under his boot scraping against concrete. I bowed my head low until my forehead nearly touched the floor. He laughed again and finally lifted his foot. I grabbed the bread before he could change his mind. My fingers closed around it like it was made of gold. I didn't care about the throbbing in my hand. Didn't care that I could still feel the imprint of his boot on my skin.

Theo’s POV The moment the elevator doors slide open and we step into the penthouse, the sound of our boots muffled by the thick carpeting, I have to physically restrain the groan threatening to claw its way up my throat. She’s here. She’s real. And she’s kneeling exactly where she should be, her back straight, her head bowed just enough to show respect without fear, her posture perfect even though she’s never done this before. I don’t know if it’s natural instinct or just blind trust, but it makes my cock twitch.

Many times he had enough, but she is too hard to quit. He noticed that her heels were next to her, and he bowed down to her taking those feet and putting them on his knees. That is when he heard her let out an audible gasp, perhaps she didn’t want him kneeling to her, but he could care less. He will bow down to her and become her loyal subject. All she has to do is say that word. He will wage wars for her. All she has to do is say yes.

Why did he have a room at the back of his bookshelf? "Kneel." He barked, suddenly breaking into my thoughts. The single word cut through me like I was hit with a whip. My pride screamed inside me and I stiffened. "What if I don't…" "You will." He simply cut me, voice rough with authority. I fought against the urge to obey, to fall in line, seize back some kind of control. But my body was faster than my brain. I dropped to my knees, heart racing, belly clenching with shame and fire.

“Kneel.” Their coming in caught everybody by surprise. Even the two Leders and their supporters were not expecting something like this. Their scared, ungly faces said it all. Brian stood proudly erect like a mountain, undeterred and unfazed. His hard glare was focused on the traitors as he said one word with all authority. “Kneel” he commanded, and immediately like like people that were forced, sounds of knees crashing on the hard ground echoed. Everybody except Elder Jules and Kyle, but from the looks of things, they were struggling, trying not to Kneel.

No crossing the line unless it was truly mutual. Bracing myself, I tilted my head upward, closing the distance. My lips grazed along his jaw, hesitant at first, tracing up until they hovered just centimeters from his own. My heart thudded violently in my chest, a warning and an invitation all at once. I kissed him. I expected him to pull away, to push me off and even demand answers, to scold me for testing boundaries. But he didn’t. Instead, he kissed me back. His lips met mine with a measured pressure that shattered the last threads of restraint I had mustered. Surprise shot through me, mixed with a thrilling rush of something dangerous, like surrender.