Man Kneeling Silhouette Novels & Stories

His head is bowed. And the rest of them? Still kneeling. Still trembling. Waiting. Waiting for me.

"Now, get on your knees, on the floor." ||||||||

His own claws raked through his forearms as he forced them away from me, shredding skin, blood hitting the floor in hot, dark splatters. He dropped to his knees with a sound that was half roar, half sob, cradling the ruined limbs to his chest. Head bowed. Shoulders shaking. Breathing like he’d been drowning. I’d never seen anything like it. A monster tearing himself apart just to keep from touching me. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Roundy pressed hard against my leg, trembling. Bree whimpered inside me, small and terrified. And Kael knelt there bleeding on the ice, whispering one broken word over and over like a prayer:

At this point, she may as well be having a panic attack. She sure looked like she was. I chewed the inside of my bottom lip a bit. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage. I knelt down onto one knee, turning Khloe's body towards my own. My hope was that kneeling would put less strain on her. And that her having to look down at me might make me seem less intimidating, even though I knew that that was pretty much worthless given the situation. Her eyes were begging me not to as I tucked her hair behind her shoulders exposing her pale neck.

Lena’s POV The forest did not breathe, it waited. Every marked soldier remained kneeling in perfect symmetry, heads bowed toward Kade as if he were something sacred. Something sovereign. Moonlight filtered through torn branches and fractured beams of the ruined outpost, painting silver lines across their unmoving forms. None of them spoke. None of them shifted. They knelt for him and my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Kade swayed on his knees beside me, blood dark against his shirt, white light fading from his skin in faint flickers. His breathing was uneven, but his spine remained straight.

Heat throbs from the runes, crawling up my arm, whispering vows I did not write. Beneath, something shifts. Roots. They coil, slow and patient, twining through the foundations. Not metaphorical. Alive. Drinking. Anchoring me in place. My knees weaken; I force them steady. This is the part where I kneel. I lower myself, silk skirts pooling, crown of braids heavy against my scalp. The position feels wrong. Too low. Too bare. But ritual demands it. And Kade is already there. --- He kneels opposite me, head bowed. His shoulders sag beneath a cloak too heavy for his frame. Light shows every hollow in his face, every bruise beneath his eyes. His lips move without sound. His wolf is gone, and he kn

Still hoping to eventually find the one who will offer him a contract, which is why he also insisted on taking the training session once in a while to reach perfection. “Good boy, now you can stand up and put your shirt back on.” I said after ten minutes of silence. “How are your knees?” I asked as he rose to his feet. When kneeling near a dominant during a show, the submissive usually has a little pillow underneath their knees to make them comfortable if they have been good. But not during training sessions as they will only keep the position for a few minutes at a time. “It is fine, sir.” He replied as he buttoned down his shirt.

And waited. Kael took a slow step. Then another. The earth crunched beneath his boots. He reached her—but didn't kneel. He stood over her like a shadow—tall, foreign, dangerous. His red eyes glowed darkly, but not from rage. From sorrow. And then... he dropped to one knee. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. Just slowly. As if every movement hurt. His hands rested on his thighs, fingers limp, and when he spoke, his voice was low. Rough. But not harsh.

Now they bore witness to something else entirely. Kael had been released from his cell for supervised exercise, as he was every evening. The guards trailed at a respectful distance, their presence more formality than necessity. He had been docile for weeks, compliant, almost ghostlike in his movements through the pack's routines. No one expected what happened next. He walked to the center of the courtyard and stopped. The guards paused, exchanging uncertain glances. Then, slowly, deliberately, Kael Silvercrest lowered himself to his knees. The stones bit into his flesh through his thin trousers. The cold seeped through, but he didn't move. He simply knelt there, head bowed, waiting.

Lisa gave me a hand to help me stand. "I believe it's best I remain kneeling for now, Lisa. I'm sure I'll find myself back on my knees shortly. I feel so clumsy trying to kneel anymore. I think I'll just stay here." She got down on her knees with me and laid her head on my shoulder. "I hope you know what you're doing." "Me too." Rhonda knelt down and put her head on my other shoulder and we waited. The room was relatively silent. I could hear whispers here and there, but no one spoke aloud. The minutes ticked by; five, ten, fifteen.