Knight Heartless Novels & Stories

Lifting the Gem up, leveling it with his eyes, he chants," The Heart of Magic belongs to me and it is mine alone. I am now the most powerful creature in the land and I shall use this to reinvent the world." Amira opens her mouth to disagree but Kian, not wanting to hear any of her opinion, shows her a taste of his threat. He thrusts the Heart of Magic upwards creating a thick pole of lightning that stretches to the firmament. Webs of dark ominous clouds scamper to cover the vault of heaven, affrighting the birds and land animals alike. The unacceptable condition of the heavens mirrors that of Amira's state of heart. Did she make a wrong move trusting Kian? She gets the answer in an instant.

He wanted to see if Uriel would tell the truth or not. “Alpha Jaxon, you are known as the heartless Alpha. They said that you are the future Alpha King, you are his favorite but you're his enemy too. He's the father of Helene.” Uriel sighed. He was stressed about everything. He was thinking about his father too but it won't change the fact that he must need to do what was right.

“One of the buttons is blue and the other is red. The blue one connects to the bomb in your son's room, and the red one is connected to the one in your lover boy's room.” He pointed back at the laptop screen. “Notice that the minutes remaining is the same for both your son and lover boy. But the remotes are also connected. All you have to do is press on the button of the one you want to die and the other bomb will automatically be shut off, saving the other person.” Gypsy gasped at Falcon as tears burned in her yes. How could a person be so heartless? He'd talked to her about killing one of most important people in her life as if it was some kind of game.

As the Supreme Monarch, he had been trained in the ancient languages of the obsidian throne, but his face turned a deathly pale color as he translated the words aloud. ​"When the bloodlines turn to shadow and the throne is forged in deceit," Kaelor read, his voice dropping to a strained, horrified whisper, "the lineage of the anchor shall bleed once more. She shall be named the Eighth Moon Heart—the final key to the lock that holds the deep dark." ​"The Eighth Moon Heart?" Lysander repeated, his stormy eyes widening as he looked from the wall to the glowing crystal droplet against Seraphina’s throat. "There are only seven kingdoms. Seven sectors. Seven hearts that govern the continent."

If she perished, then so too did the only bridge between dragons and men he could still imagine. He returned to Qombinia bearing two corpses: King Rhaedon’s broken armor and Queen Lythissa’s sunstone crown. The court lowered its eyes, for the last remnant of mercy in their king drained away like blood from a mortal wound. Drakonios swore before the Obsidian Flame: I will scourge every realm that raised arms this day. I will make ashes of their palaces and dust of their names. And so the old, kind Drakonios vanished, replaced by the merciless monarch known in whispers as the Heartless King.

I pointed to the left side of my chest where you can locate the heart. "Didn't I tell you that man was heartless," Venus is trying to convince me? "Yeah, I know but I don't know, I just want to know him more" he pulled her inside, and surprisingly the guard just let us in, he doesn't even care when we walk through the entrance.

Nizhoni walked up behind Sebastian and knelt down sometime later. Smiling, she hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Hey, babe, how’s it going?” She was referring to the two-thousand piece puzzle he and Jaxsen were putting together. The puzzle was of a fire breathing dragon flying around a burning castle, a mage standing in the forefront, arms outstretched as if conducting the mayhem from afar. It was a gift from Rose.

If they continued to push it, the Heart itself might be destroyed. “Luna!” Clara shouted, panic rising in her chest. “The Heart, it’s at its limit! We have to stop!” Luna’s eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded. Together, they began to pull back the Heart’s energy, trying to preserve what little remained. But Althea, sensing their hesitation, launched one final, desperate attack. A dim wave of energy hurried towards them, it was quick and it was powerful to avoid. Clara braced herself for impact, but at the final minute, the Heart surged forward of its own will, in an attempt to capture and neutralize the assault with a blinding streak of light.

intensified. "The tithe was cancelled when you let Caspian poison me," I said, my voice resonating with a strange, double-toned depth. It wasn't just my voice; it was the shadow’s. "The debt was settled in blood. My blood. I owe you nothing." Malachi tilted his head, his brow furrowing. "Strange. I hear only one heart. A cold, monstrous heart. Where is the girl?" "She is the heart," Kaelen said, stepping closer to the desk. "And the heart is mine."

Raven murmured in desperation, knowing there was no way he could stop Knight. "Consider this the price I pay," Knight curved his lips in hardship as more and more blood poured into his body, "For stealing your heart." As the pain flew out, energy disappeared as well. Raven tried to keep his eyes open, only to fall back to the black tulip field.