Knight Heartless Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

After the Lycan king left there was chaos, everyone tried to get there heads together. There little princess Clarke is a Dragon mistress ,WTF? The Mistresses were cruel and power hungry, they killed and hated everyone. But Clarke is a sweet girl who wants to protect people and find her love. Apropos Love! Isabella Clarke is currently in her room crying, her doubts nagging on her . She still can't forget Isaacs angry face, she hoped that he loves her and that he was ready but his face and attitude said definitely something else!

He opted to stand by the door and watch. The back of the lady holding the mic was facing him so he couldn't see her face. From afar,she looked familiar,more like how his goddess looked. But the hair was definitely not his goddess. While her hair was Black,the lady singing had blonde hair but regardless,he felt attracted to this new lady. In your heart I can still hear a beat Everytime you kiss me And when we are apart I Know how much you miss me I can still feel your love for me in your heart

Chelsea walked out of the Kaisen mansion, beside her was a young knight who was humming a funny tune . Listening to that annoying tune , Chelsea nearly lost her mind " Have you played enough, Wilson Clodis?" The young knight laughed and snapped his fingers , the apperance of Brown hair and emerald eyes morphed and was replaced by Wilson's true apperance , he shrugged innocently and clicked his fingers once again , so as the handcuffs on her wrist loosened and fell on the ground .