Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

He had this hard exterior and this impenetrable wall around him. Knox with his gruffness and intense personality was definitely someone I'm not usually into. I mostly found myself going towards the jock type of guy. Which of course never ended well. While Knox kind of had that golden boy look about him with the blonde hair and green eyes, he was definitely the 'bad boy'. Which just equaled troubled.

Had her rebirth altered the timeline in some way? Morgan 's face drained of color as Kurt spoke. Rumors had always claimed that Alex was an orphan. How could he be Kurt’s grandson? And had Kurt overheard Morgan ’s remarks? Offending Kurt could ruin her prospects in finance. Desperately, Morgan turned to Ethan for help. "Mr. Lane Senior, Morgan spoke out of turn. Please forgive her; she’s still young,"Morgan implored. Kurt snorted dismissively. "I had heard that Mr. Charles had a brilliant financial advisor, but it seems she’s not as impressive as rumored."

" Knox let out a low, predatory growl of pure masculine satisfaction, his large, warm hand settling firmly onto the curve of my shoulder. His heavy palm radiated an intense, possessive alpha heat through the thick fabric of my silk gown as he dipped his head lower, his rugged jaw brushing against my temple with a fierce, burning warmth that anchored my focus. "The boy has recorded the sequence perfectly, Sloane," Knox murmured, his sharp green eyes burning with an unvarnished, protective ferocity as he monitored the automated cargo manifests. "The vagrant spent an hour under the impression that he could use his own self-destruction as a lever to breach your sanctuary. He has finally realized

Noah explained, he sat on my chair's hand and twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. "That's good, I really hope that some of our pack members will make the team." " Oh, they will, trust me. They always do. I saw you talking to Luna Morgan, what did she want?" Noah's voice went tense when he mentioned Morgan. I wondered why. "She wanted to introduce herself and find out some things about me." " She's not a good woman and her friends are terrible, especially Amber, she's very slimy." Noah clenched his fist as he talked about them.

What I love most about her is her ability to have such a kind heart despite everything she has been through. She’s so beautiful and hopeful and loving and forgiving that it hurts. I don’t deserve her. I never have and I never will. I know that. But I wont say that to her because I already know how she would respond. I am not a great guy and anyone in their right senses would agree that Morgana deserves someone better than the man responsible for the death of her parents and so many humans. Chloe and Warren understood that and the fought for what they believed in till the very end. I don’t hate them or hold a grudge on them.

3. As darkness fell and there was still no sign of his mate, Damon debated whether to break Karistus's command and venture into the small town. What was supposed to be a twenty-minute pit stop had quickly turned into a four-hour wait. Beside him, one of his best friends lay sleeping. Knox was the first to be recruited into Karistus's army. He was loyal and good, so Damon wasn't surprised. But the day he had taken the burden and ended Judah, their other friend's life so that Damon wouldn't have to, had changed Knox. He was quiet now and often withdrew into his own head. Damon missed his friend. In the distance, he made out a white shape moving closer to them. He jostled Knox awake and point

“Xan made it clear that he was not planning on staying. Why are you so determined to get answers out of him?” He didn’t answer me immediately. A few minutes of silence passed between us before he lowered his legs and glanced at me. My eyes dropped to his arm when he pressed his fingertips to his right wrist. “He’s a rogue.” “You went through his stuff.” Knox didn’t even deny it. “How do you know he’s a rogue? Maybe he’s looking for more of his kind.” A scoff fell from his lips. “He has scent blockers and weapons. It’s not something that someone carries around if they are looking for more of their kind.”

Alpha Colt “What the fuck are you talking about. No one gave my son to you.” The Rogue snarls as Knox holds him still “Who?” I demand The yellow eyes stare deep into my own and now he refuses to speak “Kill him.” I mutter. I had no more time or patience for this. Knox takes one look at me and nods his head. He places his foot on the back of the Rogues neck and slams down on him. The deafening crack of the Rogues spine was enough to know he wouldn’t have survived it.

Not another scholar. Not a professor. Not even one of the girls who hated me. It was someone I recognized. Jacob Morgan. Khaelon's stepbrother.

“And Knox was in the control room when I walked past.” That makes me pause. My fingers tighten around the brush handle, knuckles going white. Knox Ashford. Owner of The Crimson Cage, billionaire entrepreneur to the human world, and slave master to those of us who know better. Forty-five years old and handsome in that silver-fox way that makes humans trust him and the supernatural fear him. A charcoal-gray wolf with gold eyes that never blinks, never shows mercy, and never forgets a slight. “Knox doesn’t watch the help,” I say, forcing my hands to resume their work. “We’re beneath his pay grade.”