Knight Heartless Novels & Stories

She put her poker face upfront as she faces the upcoming knights, yet is patiently waiting for the particular one with the title of the sin flashing in front of her eyes and calling. “Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Greed, and Sloth.” Turning around as the knight is stunned by the presence of a rather little girl in front of them. Her eyes lay towards the prominent two, and her heart jumps in joy and longing as she calls. “Daniela, Lelouch.”

Knight gave me a once over before he closed the door to our room behind him and walked further in. He nodded at me once before going to his desk and dropping his bag. I was entirely confused and my heart was beating rapidly as I tried to figure out if he could sense that I was not Ethan but his future fiancé. “So how familiar are you with Alpha Blueheart’s daughter?” Knight mused, still messing about on his desk. “Alpha Blueheart doesn’t have a daughter,” I said quickly. Ethan had no sisters.

It was too much for me to take it all in and I was sure I was going to have an attack soon as my breathing was becoming unsteady. I turn to leave but she grabbed my hand and said, "look, I know this is hard to believe but, this is my card, if you by any chance believe me and want my help. I will not hesitate to help. I couldn't help my friend but from the first time I saw you with him, something has been nagging at me to help. I don't wish to see a repeat. Here is my card take it and call if you need me. My name is Empress."

But it seemed to have no effect on the heartless man who had decided already to leave her with scars. "Give it to me, kitten. I will make you feel like he has never done so." His breaths against her neck were like thorns piercing into her skin. "Tell me that you are enjoying it." He demanded. "Tell me that I make you feel better than he does." It was then that Ayla realized that he was too lost in his twisted, sick mind to stop now. She could only pray to the heavens up above and to whatever God who was listening to her to make it all stop.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Cathleen—his fierce, unyielding Cathleen—lay motionless, a broken doll discarded on the floor. "Caleb!" The name tore from his throat, a command wrapped in dread. "Call the doctor!" His knees hit the ground beside her, his hands hovering, afraid to shatter the illusion of peace that death seemed to have draped over her. Xavier Knight, who scorned love and reveled in control, found himself grappling with a terror that clawed at his insides—a fear that love might have been there all along, unrecognized, unclaimed, and now, possibly, lost forever.

The room fell silent, the collective breaths of onlookers held in anticipation, as Hazel dealt the final cards. My heart thundered in my chest as I caught a glimpse of my hand. Doubt lingered for a brief moment, threatening to undermine my confidence. Yet, I banished it, trusting in my instinct and the cards I held. With a steady hand, I placed my cards on the table and declared, "I win." Alpha Nathan's disguise wavered, his eyes widening in disbelief. He slowly revealed his own cards, the tension thickening as he dropped them one by one onto the table. And there, before my eyes, lay his hand—a royal flush, a seemingly unbeatable combination.

Raven My heart felt like it was cracking apart, piece by jagged piece, as I stormed out of the room, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight. Clark. Of all people, Clark—the one person I had let my guard down around, the one person I thought might be different from the rest. He was the reason my sister was dead. The reason my life had turned into this hollow, vengeful existence. And I had trusted him. Loved him.

I didn't want to hear another thing about what he thought about me and so I turned to leave, my name being summoned, having stopped my steps. “Miss Valentine…” I didn't care to hide the tears as he deserved to know he was the reason behind them. The thing was I wasn't so naive as to believe he was secretly saving his heart for me. But I never expected or believed he could be so cruel. Especially after the bond I'd made with Landon. But sure enough, the echo of his words continued to sting with the validation that I was just a disposable piece in the game he had perfected by using and throwing others away.

Koran stepped closer, ignoring the static discharge that jumped from my skin to his, he sat on the edge of the bed and took my shaking hands in his, his touch was the only anchor I had left in a world that was rapidly dissolving into myth. "The Shadow Heart," I said, looking into his eyes, "he said I have to find it, he needs to feed, Koran, if he doesn't, he’ll take everything from me." Koran’s expression went stone-cold, he knew exactly what the Shadow Heart was, the ancient source of the Midnight Maw's power, hidden in the Abyssal Trials. "The Trials will kill a human," Koran said, his voice a low growl, "even a Null who has siphoned an Alpha, to reach the Heart, you have to walk through