Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

but they didn’t move, and another figure emerged from the doorway. His body shadowed over Vexia. Knox. He is so calm, his aura heavier than any other wolf. Knox is wearing his silver mask, which is shining in the light of the day. This man looked untouched and unbothered. He is always like that, as he is the King of this world. Knox took two steps and stood beside Vexia. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body, as she belonged to him.

~~SERA~~ When Knox knelt by the couch my heart fluttered. I loved it when he took control of things, and when he clamped down on my pussy it was hard enough to hold back fisting his hair, much less the moan that escaped my lungs. "Fuck, Knox! Don't stop!" My first orgasm was building as he continued to change the pressure on my clit. I knew I was stalling by not talking with him about the gun. But I wanted to be with him before I learned what the reason was. I knew that my brother was packing, too. Could it be that Knox was also carrying because of the same gang?

I teased. Carmen yelled, “True that, Mr. Lover Man!” “What did you just call him?” I laughed. Kole chimed in. “Everybody knew Knox wasn’t a dater. Hard worker, yes. He lost his virginity late in life. When he got attached to the girl like a baby Crandon.” Carmen gasped. “NO.” Knox scowled. “I will NEVER be like Crandon. I will never be pussy-whipped into stupidity.”

he said, his voice trembling slightly. Knox smiled darkly, his eyes shining with mischief, “You don’t get to tell me what to do rogue!” he spat, his fist hitting him square on the chin. Maverick was losing control and he was beginning to realise that. “Show me the breeder,” Knox commanded. His men parted ways, giving him a clear path to walk towards me in the cage, “Beautiful Rosanne,” he muttered, his eyes trailing down my body. I kept my eyes on him, discreetly hiding the dagger in the sleeve of my shirt, “Alpha Knox,” I greeted, keeping my voice calm and collected.

I don’t know what I expected her to look like, but it wasn’t the sparkling-crystal blue-eyed and reddish-blonde-haired woman whose face fills the screen. “Ah, Knox, that was quick. Good work, Beta Bennet.” “Uh, yeah, tha-thank you,” I stumble over my words. Knox gives me a side-eyed look before he speaks. “Bria, I hope you have news on the rogues in your territory?”

— So are we going to wait here, or do you want to come in? — I think it's better to wait for now, if we leave here, we can miss each other, and bigger problems can occur... — I was waiting where you came in, it was taking too long, and I started to get worried. Noah, can I ask you something? — Yeah. — Who's Morgan? — Morgan? Ah... he IS one of the King's lovers, why? — Because Balck always talks about him, I thought maybe he... — Were you interested in him?

In that moment, I came to a decision and it was this: I had never taken a life before, but I was ready to drive my claw up into Morgan’s trachea if she posed a threat to me, because it was pretty clear that she wasn’t simply going to laugh off her defeat and call it a day. She was one of the best Blue Moon warriors, and I had just humiliated her in front of a joint audience of our respective Packs, so now she would be out for blood. I had to be too. The tension ramped up quickly, but just when it looked like things were about to take a bleak and bloody turn, Xavier’s voice cut through the hostility like a knife through butter. “Morgan.” She ignored him, and after a second try with the same r

she whispered. He gave her a lopsided grin. “Perks of the job.” Eventually, she picked one of his films and he agreed, reluctantly. They settled under the blanket, her head on his chest. Knox played a rugged, wounded hero in a post-apocalyptic world. The film was dark, gripping, and achingly good. But then came a sex scene. Vivienne’s breath caught as the version of him on screen stripped a woman bare and moved over her, lips trailing down her neck, hands skimming her thighs.

and I don’t believe in abortion” she added. “Oh” Margo said staring at the alcohol in her hands. The irony right. ******************************************************** We drank and talked for a while and then I look over at Knox's side. He was laughing. I smiled. He never smiled or tried to look happy. Then I began to think of what's ifs. What if Knox was not a grumpy power driven maniac? What if he was kind to me? What if he treated me like his real mate? Like his love. My imagination ran wild and I began to fantasize.

Knox, Leaning against the wall, I stared at the reflection of myself. The mirror didn’t show a man anymore; it showed a hollow shape wearing my skin. I was Knox Silverfang, a grandson of a Mafia leader. A name that once felt heavy and powerful now felt like an empty label pinned to a stranger. I studied the sharp angles of my jaw, the hair pushed back in a way I didn’t remember styling, the faint dark circles beneath my eyes that made me look permanently sleepless. But none of it looked familiar. Nothing fit.