Lich Knight Novels & Stories

“Your mouth says that. Your eyes don’t. I know you deborah. I warned yo—" She slammed her pen onto the desk. “Knight, I swear—” “I’m only asking because I don’t want you getting hurt again.” That made her pause. Again. Why did he have to say it like that? “Luther is reckless,” Knight continued. “He’s unpredictable. And he has a history of destroying anything he touches.” Deborah’s throat tightened. “And you,” Knight said softer, “are already carrying too much.” Silence filled the room, thick and heavy.

“But are you two for real hanging out with the future knight and his beta?” “The future who?” I questioned raising my brows as Ostana looked towards me in confusion. Pointing a finger, the shorter one smiled and blushed, following her line of sight, sure enough - she was pointing at the backs of Laker and Emrys. “Future Knight of the King’s army, you know the hot tall one with black hair,”

At last, they forced the older to agree and let him marry her; they have three sons and three daughters. But unfortunately, Aubrey’s father, Alex Knight, was the head of the knight family after his father, and his two younger brothers became his enemy for this head position. It destroyed his happiness; it’s another day's story. The Knight family’s second son, Jack Knight, is a womanizer, and The third son, June knight, differs from his other brothers, shady and cunning. Their elder daughter, Freya knight, and the younger daughter, Lia knights are bitching because of the knight family; they are overly hypnotizing.

"Don't call it void yet if I am not the ultimate Alpha." "To me son, you are my Alpha. My Ultimate Alpha. You have always been and will remain forever." His mother said. She drew him close, and kissed his forehead. She placed his forehead before hers. Leowulf smiled. At least before he gets his own Luna, the former Luna is perfect. She makes him happy. In one of his classes with the priest, he had been asked to ask for the kind of woman he wanted. Without any doubt, he had said he wanted a woman like his mother.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

Just as the two policemen lifted Tristan's body and were about to take Tristan away, suddenly a pair of long legs stepped wide towards Tristan. That step stopped. Lucas lifted his face and came face to face with a handsome face whose eyes shot a piercing glare at him. He was the most respected and feared businessman in the country. Who else but Mr. Knight. Grinning, Tristan said. "Alex Knight! We've finally met. I want to tell you one thing. I've fucked your wife many times. And Claire has always screamed my name at the end of every peak of our pleasure." “Damn it!” He grabbed Tristan by the collar and rained punches down on him.

Kyhe sighed loudly. “Can I ask a favor of you Mr. Knight?” Jhonia asked as he was about to walk away, he stopped, not looking back! While his unhurt hand hung freely with the other in his pocket. "Yes." Kyhe responded to her, but she hesitated to speak! “Good morning Mr. Knight, what happened to your arm?” Lusinly said to him then ask. “We wanted to ask from first noticed but dare not!” Daeviann said to him, before he could respond to Lusinly.

Valac bit on his nails impatiently as he walked toward nowhere in particular. "Excuse me, your highness." Valac, on the other hand, was greeted by an unfamiliar nobleman who appeared to be in his fifties. He speaks in a cultured manner, and he greeted Valac as politely as he could. "Who the hell are you?" Valac questioned him, and veins emerged on his forehead, indicating that he was already in a terrible mood. "It appears that I was a little late in introducing myself. My name is Leon Knight, and I'd like to greet Your Highness the third prince Valac von Elysian."

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”