Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

"Your sister better calm down. We've got a whole lot more Morgans and Michaels showing up. And every last one of them has a significant other. If she keeps this up, she's gonna flirt with the wrong man." Keisha sighed. "I can't control a grown woman. If she does something stupid, then that's on her." I smiled. "Come here, luscious." She grinned before stepping into my arms. I kissed her softly and gave her butt a playful pat. "Go help inside." She laughed and disappeared into the house. Knox walked back over beside me, flipping another rack of ribs. He looked at me and slowly shook his head. "Man, this is gonna be a long-ass day." I cracked open another lemonade and sighed. "You ain't never

Knox reached out then—not touching her, but close enough that his presence wrapped around her like armor. “You will not face this alone,” he said. “No matter what the investigation reveals.” She nodded, tears finally slipping free. Knox straightened. “Rest,” he said. “And heal.” He turned toward the door, then paused. “And for what it’s worth,” he added quietly, without looking back, “Finn’s greatest weakness has always been believing the wrong people.” The door closed behind him. Alone again, she pressed a hand to her chest. And prayed that truth would be enough to save her.

Cherry looked at me and asked my reason for disobeying Alex as I promised to obey them. While she was still at it, we heard a knock on the door. Alex walked to open it, and we saw a tall man with broad shoulders standing. "Good day, what's your name?" Alex asked, obviously that he didn't know who he was. The man had a dark eyeglass worn on his face, "I am Morgan Bliss." Hearing this made both Alex and Cherry smile. "Come in," Cherry said. I stared at the man. My body shook as I looked at him. He was handsome and looked like a fighter.

Karsyn hugged me tightly. "He is not a girl, Mom. He is a boy. But I'll make him gay or a girl," I got confused there. "What?" He smiled at me. But the next word he spoke made me froze and got my heart pound fast. "Keatton. Keatton Morgan. He is the one I'm telling you Mom,"

I also had no desire to seek for him in those time. I had another bittersweet reminiscence, but I was too exhausted to feel the anguish. I took a moment to compose myself before returning to my original task. "Morgan, mommy is here!" I shouted. He quickly turned to me and his smile reached the sky, "Mommy!" Morgan Silva Knight, formed between two blue-blooded Alphas. He could already speak straight and walk well. For the royal blood, this sight was pretty normal— and of course, they would think it was a genius how an Alpha pup could develop his mind with no sweat.

Charles, the man who had been in hiding for years and had planned the complete ruin of the Morgan family, was now alone, cornered. Charles raised his hands, his face showing a combination of hatred and caution. “Don’t be stupid, Morgan. We can negotiate. I have valuable information about your father, about your daughter…” Morgan walked closer, his eyes blazing. He wasn’t carrying an assault rifle; he only had his pistol, and more terrifyingly, his two clenched fists. Morgan swung his pistol, dropping it to the floor, signalling that he wanted this to end in a primitive fashion. Charles, though scared, tried to retain his dignity. “You think you can defeat me with your bare hands, boy? I was

The rogue's arms stiffened instantly, leaving the chains jingling around. He clenched his teeth but a suppressed groan still escaped his lips. Nate smirked: "And here I thought you are made of iron, Knight the rogue...or should I say, former heir of the Knox family, a bloodline of Alphas?" The grin disappeared from Knight's face. "How did you know?!" Knight growled. "Ohh yeah, I know all about your history and that weak father of yours!" Nate smirked viciously, "The famous Knox family who lost their whole pack to a rogue attack! Your father must be proud of you for turning into a rogue--"

Knox demands, coming to stand beside me, twirling a small blade in his hand. His eyes move between us all, and he doesn’t look like a monster. He looks like a man who lost everything and chose to burn the world for it. Knox steps forward before I can stop him. “Give me one reason,” he growls, low and deadly, “not to end you right now.”

And Dean Whitby, the mafia’s golden-knuckled fighter, is about to deliver it whether he likes it or not. Knox moves toward the open wardrobe, scanning it. Suits, watches, rings, typical displays of power. The bastard doesn’t hide what he is, and that makes our job easier. Loud men die loud deaths. I check my knives and glance toward the bathroom door, the steam seeping beneath it. He’s in the shower. Right where we need him. Knox leans against the frame, arms crossed. “Fifteen-minute window, right?” I nod. “Less now. He’s showering for the girls they’re sending in. He won’t be expecting anyone else.”