Knight Iron Man Novels & Stories

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

He sneered, hearing the old man curse. “Do you know why I did that?” He exhaled smoke, pressing the cigarette filter hard onto the waiter’s forehead. (“Knight. I knew it! You’re the one who killed my grandson!”) Agustin grinned, delighted, picturing the old man’s face. “Dominican Agustin Knight. Remember my name, because this man will kill you. After your people, you’re next. Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!” he hissed. (“You animal! You’ve been gone a long time! What can you do? You can’t take us down! You’ll never succeed! We’re stronger! I’ve outsmarted you!”) The old man laughed, but fear trembled in his voice.

Elder Carter explained. Having figured out the situation, Kiran nodded slightly, "No worries." Curious about Kiran's demeanor, Elder Carter couldn't help but ask, "Young man, what's your name?" "None of your business!" Kiran refused to answer. "Damn! Looking to die, are you?" Ironhead, furious, moved forward to strike. Thump! Kiran lifted a foot, kicking Ironhead directly in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away. Ironhead was knocked out before he realized what had happened, without so much a scream.

Doors started to appear once more in front of her, with their intricate designs and marks that tell the personality of their owner, the book opens and flips its pages once again, as she reads the profile. “The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero. An in-line family of Hunters and once holder and known blood tied to Daniela’s perfect ‘SHE’. He is the imperfect-perfect counterpar

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

I stare at Zero, his eyes watch the man, remorseful at his brother's retreating form. Knight however sits on the bed behind me. “This really breaks my heart Beggar, I really thought I was getting in there any day now.” I turn my head to the Italian biker. Knight is a charming male, a true Italian, a lady's man. My hands leave Zero's neck, his stay firmly on my ass, a sign of possession. If only. I see the playful glint on the Sergeant-at-arms and maybe it's because I'm in a compromised position, or maybe it's because I just kissed Zero, and he practically claimed me in front of his brothers but I reciprocate.

What kind of man handles a woman's giant, faded, ripped-up underwear with such grace and zero judgment? Lucian Knight. That's who.

And that is when I saw him. The Knight Commander, Gideon Malik. The infamous Iron Wolf. He stood near the dais, silent and watchful, wearing dark velvet instead of his usual steel. Even without armor, he radiated danger. Broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, and eyes like glacial storms. He was devastatingly handsome and equally terrifying. My stomach knotted. I had never spoken to him, never stood close enough to see his smile. Beside him, Lady Kalali fluttered like a jewel-colored bird. Blond hair piled high in curls, hazel eyes sparkling, lips painted red. The Queen’s cousin. And officially the most beautiful woman in Jelita, according to last year’s beauty contest.