Forever Knight Complete Series Novels & Stories

Dario confessed. “Give me a chance, Clea. I promise I’ll treat you well. Please, let us start over.” “That’s impossible. And pointless,” I replied, my voice cold and unflinching. “You’ve drained every last drop of emotion I had for you. Now, all I feel is exhaustion. Not even hatred. Just indifference. “Ask yourself, Darion, how many filthy things have you done behind my back? You used my love to belittle me, to suppress me, and finally, to break me.

"Bedivere stop talking like that! Please... It hurts." "I'm sorry for leaving you like this but I can really feel myself getting weaker. Prince Aurelius really eased the pain and unblocked my lungs but it's the end of the road for me. Princess, I hope that I was able to be a good knight. I didn't really like you at first but you made me fall in love with you. I never married. I never had a daughter, but you... Even if you didn't come from me, I felt like you were my blood. And if I were given a choice I would take this spear again just to let you live and marry this man. So, please... As my last wish... Please tell Althreya that she is my queen now and forever... I'll be waiting for her... i

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Cocking my head back, I take a moment to catch my breath as rain begins to fall from the sky. “Enough.” The Knight commander hisses, removing his armour. “This ends now, between us.” He roars as his long fingers grip his lance firmly. As I collapse to my knees, I watch as the remaining Rions gather their fallen Knights and remove their lifeless bodies from the circle. I painstakingly begin licking my wounds, attempting to heal myself as much as possible before my final battle. A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

"I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1." He took a step into the room. The floorboards beneath his feet turned into transparent glass. "They deleted me because I wasn't 'Sympathetic' enough," the Knight said. "They said the audience wanted someone more... tragic. Someone like the boy holding you." He pointed his ink-dripping sword at Rowan. "I spent ten centuries in the Recycle Bin," the Knight hissed. "Watching the 'New Versions' live my life. Watching the 'Origin' love a replacement. But the Restore gave me a body, Kaima. A real, physical body."

Zack asks baffled. Zack takes his hand to his cheek, perplexed about what I did. I look daggers at him. I do not care if he talked to Jareth or gave Grandma my address, I am sick of him wanting to force me to kiss him, wishing Leopold was dead was just the straw that broke the camels back. Zack is my first love, I can not deny that, but Leopold is my forever love, the one that will last for the rest of my life and I won’t allow Zack or anyone else to wish him dead.

This scene was completely different from the previous blood and violence. On the screen was a grand and solemn funeral. Under a gloomy sky, Alexander wore a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest, kneeling numbly before a black coffin. That was ten years ago, the funeral of Alexander’s father, the previous Don. The entire hall fell dead silent. There was only the sound of the flickering screen and the crackling of the dying machine. On the screen, the scene shifted. It was a dim, luxurious conference room. The Old Don sat at the head of the table. Opposite him sat the head of the rival family.

He was going to enjoy the next few hours for sure! After making love for the third time in 2 hours, they both were lying on their backs cuddling against each other. She was resting her head on his arm and her hand was interlaced with his free hand. She was thinking about how much her life had changed in just a short time. She had always dreamed of these moments with him. Being his girl, if that's what she was. She remembered when she was a young girl and wrote his last name with her name. Sienna Knight. What she wouldn't give to be called that. She didn't care what anyone thought. She was 18 and legal and it was no one else's business. Not even her fathers.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate