Knight Iron Man Novels & Stories

I’d immediately shoved it in my trousers as soon as I stopped feeling weird about it and, somehow, it had wound up saving me. His back was to me as he rubbed his jaw. He looked genuinely distressed. I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my hair. “No,” I said, softly. “No, I’m not.” “I can tell,” Knight choked out. His voice was certainly strained, though I couldn’t tell why. He rummaged through one of the drawers in his desk then turned back to me. In his hand was a beautiful, black pendant. It was much like the one he left on his nightstand every night. But this one was even more beautiful. Black metal as dark as the knight with a delicate rose on the center of the circle. He held it up to

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

"Names. I want names." "Lord Blackmoor's son leads some kind of resistance. They say he gathers forces at Ironhold. The Council's marked him for death but can't find him." The bandit spoke quickly, desperately. "There's talk of other knights defecting. Some woman called the Silver Witch aids them. Please, that's all I know!" Ironhold. The Shadow Knight filed the information away. A resistance meant potential allies, or at least tools to use against common enemies. But first...

There was also a baseball bat on the side. "Your gear, sir," the man said, handing him the personal protective gear he had taken from the hangers in the drawer. But Knight just looked at it. "I don't need that!" he said coldly. "But—" "I said, I don't need that!" he shouted, silencing the man. "Now! Get out!" he ordered dominantly. He didn't want others to see how weak he really was. How fragile the Knight Andrie was, the one known as an untouchable businessman at the top of his industry.

“Where the hell is that king?” He thought about improvising. He must find a quick way to settle this first phase of his plan without using much mana. Then he heard some heavy footsteps nearby. From the sound of it, it was an armoured personnel, a knight. The man opened the door a little to take a peek. The knight was wearing a suit of black armour. His hair was silver and wore a black cape with a dark blue inner colour of the cape. The man who was hiding exactly who that knight was.

"Wuuuuuu!. Go Avengers!. North! north! north!." The girls began to chant my name as always. Inwardly I was less concerned, especially now that I know who my mate is. I glanced around the field for her, she'd better be here to watch her Knight lose while she's going to become my Servant. "And here we have the Red rebels coming in, hurray." Knight and his other team members sashayed into the yard, with hair dripping of water or was it sweat. Knight is the only one with red hair, I don't know why they named it Red Rebels anyways.

I lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. ”You don't know who I am but if you did you would understand.” I rushed out. ”I’m not rejecting you.” She lifted her chin, stuck in her way. Stubborn and defiant as I took in every detail of her face. Something in me melted away but I couldn't respond to the part of me that did. ”I, Amber Knight, accept-” ”Did you say Knight?” I cut her off, my eyes growing twice the size. ”You’re Amber Knight? The Alphas sister,” this couldn't be.

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

"Alpha! Where have you been?! We have been looking for you all night!" Iron Hogan was the first to walk up to Raven when he strolled back to the Alpha's house...in Knight's clothes. Knight wore his cloth loose, and it looked even bigger on Raven. But he liked it, mostly because of the faint black tulip smell on them. Isn't black tulip the cutest flower? Raven thought as Iron grabbed him and checked his head to toe. "I'm alright, uncle Iron!" Raven chuckled at Iron, "What happened?!"

Every now and then, her head turns his way as if she is searching for something. “Sixty million creds!” A Knight shouted. Everyone turns to stare at the man in metal armor. A chill runs down their spine as the man steps forward. His long dark hair is tied with a band and his dark tobacco stained lips curl into a smile. He is taller than most of the men in the room, almost at 6 feet 1 inch. His gaze is on Roseanne and she squirms in disgust. She knows who he is. The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army.