Knight Iron Man Novels & Stories

Not asking any questions, it’s not my place, I swing the door open and follow my fellow knight down the hall. Despite being a knight, he wears no armor. Just a brown tunic, dark slacks and a sword at his hip. I recognize him as Riol, the knight whom had been acting as ambassador to the Wolf-Men until last week. That explains his lack of footwear, after nearly four years with the pack I can understand him adopting some habits. But I can’t help but wonder if the sharpness of his dark eyes is something else he’d picked up, the idea of someone looking at Irellia that way makes my blood boil. I pray to the gods that it’s unique to Riol. “Your face is like a letter, telling all of your emotions.”

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

“Apparently, he was attracted by the bubble wand in my hand. I asked him about his parents and he said his beautiful mommy is getting cereal. And that's how I find Jade, going crazy looking for her kid.” His eyes find me and burn with an underlying curiosity. My body tingles with the same curiosity. “Thank you, Mr. Graves.” Soren steps forward and extends his hand. Knight clasps it firmly, his jaw set in a grim line. “Just call me Knight Morningstar.” “You sure do have a lot of names.” Knight shrugs. “A man cannot rely on just one face. I think you understand that.” A silence passes between both men. It's choking and uncomfortable. I clear my throat and break it. “Soren, honey…we should go n

"You want to know what I saw? If they hadn't shown up, your men would've dragged me away. Cora, I hope this is the last time you try to force me to do anything. If you ever do it again, don't regret it if I start using force against you." He walked out to his car parked in the compound, retrieved his pouch of silver needles, and returned. Ignoring everyone's stares, he crouched beside one of the bodyguards and inserted several needles into his neck. Moments later, the man's groans ceased as he slipped into unconsciousness. Cora rushed forward to stop Joseph. "What are you doing?" Joseph shoved her aside, sending her stumbling backward. He stared down at the bodyguards. "For the next two year

"There is always a choice. It must hurt to be near him." "It does. Every day." "Then why stay? A woman with your skills could work anywhere. My father always said you were the brain behind half of Zane’s deals." I looked at him, surprised. "Arthur said that?" "He did. He told me that if I ever wanted to beat Zane Knight, I should hire you away from him." Enrique smiled, but his eyes remained serious. "The offer is real, Kanya. If you ever decide you have had enough of being a ghost in his life, come to London. I’ll give you a position that matches your actual worth."

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

“Eira of Silvermoon Kingdom versus Ironwall of Blackrock Kingdom!” Gasps erupted instantly among the spectators. Ironwall was an infamous figure feared throughout Blackrock City. He was no ordinary contestant, but the ultimate killing weapon of the Blackrock Royal Guard. Standing two point two meters tall, he was always encased in three-hundred-pound dark golden heavy armor. Most daunting of all was his innate energy immunity. Any elemental primal power would bounce harmlessly off his armor and unique physical constitution. He was an impenetrable fortress built purely for physical combat.

Then, the door opened. Some man entered the hall and moved with the calmness and accuracy of one who had been bred in the high school to hold the center of attention. He stood perfectly, and his shoulders were as squared as possible, and his movements were determined yet flowing. The dress of the royal guard was his, and he wore armor over a plain uniform, and his boots were polished to a mirror finish, his gloves immaculate. The silence was broken by the voice of Rowan. This is your personal knight, Cassian. He will act in your service and keep you safe and secure.

I admitted. “Who exactly are you?” I asked, studying him carefully. This was only the second time I had met him, yet there was something unique about him. A special aura I could not quite describe. Something noble. Ancient. Mysterious. “Like I said before, I’m Karl,” he answered. “And I am the Head of the Moon Guardian Knights.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a gentlemanly bow. “Okay.” “So you’re a knight belonging to some secret organization.”