Knight Heartless Novels & Stories

Then his mouth parted open, seeing the general slaughtered into death; his dead body pinned on the wall, covered by ice. From the open balcony, Arth stepped inside, his hands painted with blood. He showed his right hand to let them see what he’d been holding; the heart of the general, with red juice still spurting out from its sliced veins. “Bloody hell,” Kael muttered, pulling out his sword, warning the knights behind him to prepare. “A heart for a heart …” Arth slowly squeezed the heart by his hand, crushing it in his grasp, and then dropped it on to his feet. “I did it, Alice…” Then he fainted all of a sudden, letting himself fall to the icy floor.

“Let’s end this.” Shadowkin burst from crystalline cracks, void-blades searing, eyes clouded, hymns jarring. They guard a colossal crystalline heart, its facets pulsing shadow, wraith-claws writhing within, its screech shaking stone. Veyn stands before it, void-blade raised, aura blazing, shoulder bloodied. His voice hisses. “The heart’s mine, Kael!” Kael’s blade arcs, sparks flying, voice raw. “No more!” Veyn’s laugh slices the air, Shadowkin charging, blades humming. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the heart’s crystalline core, tied to her orb, its light the key to shattering it. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice sharp. “It’s the Herald’s ess

" You ..how could you, he's such a bastard, and you are worst of them all. Don't you know how heartless he is," " That's punishment enough for you, especially since you rejected me. But at least I did something good for you, getting you off the clutches of that old man. I'm sure you aren't like your sister who didn't let him touch her. By now you could have been pregnant with his baby," " Enough with the games Karl, what do you want?"

★three hundred thousand★ HEART'S POV "You'll pay for what you did!" he says. His eyes were full of anger, if only his eyes could kill. It had hit him for a long time. Huh?! I don't want to die yet. He is also the one who looks like that, so he is the one who will be targeted.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

Rowan smashed against the wall, prompting Luna to scream. “Rowan!” He didn’t move. Kai stumbled to his feet, blood on his lip. “Luna, get out of here. Now!” Yet as he charged toward the Fallen King, a black tendril shot forward, wrapping itself around Kai’s neck and lifting him off the ground. “Enough,” the Fallen King snarled. “There is only one I seek.” He extended his other hand toward Luna. The shadows twisted around her like serpents — and the Heartstone responded with a blaze of light. A dazzling burst of blue-white radiated from her chest, tearing through the shadows as though they were mere paper. The Fallen King recoiled, his armor sizzling where the light made contact.

he says pointing toward his pants, I could see one gun and it's not the regular one, it's more of a horny gun. "Hades, I'm being serious, stop it," I say trying to open the door but it was locked from the inside. "And I'm being serious, I'm the bad guy Keiran believes me to be, and I'm going to kidnap you now, Bunny," he says. "Don't call me Bunny, I'm a lioness," I say angrily.

Their sacrifice powered whatever grew here at the Necropolis's heart. At the tree's base, a small patch of dark soil waited, incongruous among the bones and stone. The Shadow Knight knelt before it, shadows swirling around him as he considered what seed identity might require. The answer came from memory the Hunger Shades had failed to devour, that the trials had failed to transform. He reached into the essence of what had once been his heart, extracting a fragment of who Kaelen Dawnblade had been: the knight who believed justice served truth, who protected the innocent, who stood against darkness.

I listened to his heartbeat. "The stranger came back," the knight continued gently, his heart beating with steady, absolute honesty. "He said the Omega read your words and just broke down. He said the boy wouldn't even speak. He just wept, wrote that note, and begged to be left alone." Steady. The knight's heartbeat didn't jump. He wasn't lying. It was the absolute truth. My mate had read my desperate apology, and he had chosen to reject my soul anyway. I looked back down at the letter. My eyes locked onto the final, brutal sentence.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.