Master Jedi Knight Novels & Stories

Joseph asked Madison with a smile. “Mr. Joseph, I grew up in the Outlaws Department and learned martial arts there. Technically, I don’t have an official master,” Madison said gracefully with a bow. “Not bad! Not bad at all…” He nodded approvingly. “Why not take her as your disciple?” Dustin suggested. “She’s got great potential and won’t tarnish your title as the Dragon Supreme.” Joseph raised an eyebrow. He was still hesitant. “Madison is not bad. I’ve even passed on a technique to her and plan to support her growth as the head of the Outlaws Department,” Dustin added.

Again the room erupted, but this time with disapproval. "Do not be dismayed," he instructed them and again gained their attention, "his highness has also granted me for my personal protection and the protection of my bride," here he smiled down at Sylvia, "my full regiment if they are of the disposition, and Captain Emmett has requested to join forces with us. All of you know that the assassin known as Retribution has long pursued me. This pursuit continues still. What you do not know is that I have hired Revenge, her mentor, to train any of us that are willing as well as Sylvia and Mora if they will agree to it to fend off this deadly enemy."

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

Mona blinked once. Twice. "...Hi," she said, a little too casually. Kane's lips twitched, like he caught the way her voice shifted. "Hi, princess." He moved past her, grabbing a clean shirt and pulling it over his head in one smooth motion before reaching for a pair of joggers. Within seconds, he was dressed, composed, back to that controlled version of himself. But his eyes... Still locked on her. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded quickly. "Yeah."

“Be prepared. He’s not like Solen or anyone else; in fact, he’s better than your chairman.” I laughed as I raised an eyebrow at what he said. No one can compete with my grandfather or great-grandfather unless… He possesses superpowers. “This is what I want, to meet the mastermind,” I said as I smiled and winked at him before he violently pulled me into a room. “Master, he’s here.” I looked around as he pushed me inside. Fit for a King, but he isn’t one. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Erin Knight.” My eyes widened as he turned to face me, holding his cane.

A puff of white smog burst from his hand, forming a blade that sliced toward Jarvis. Logan had not expected a Special Grade Master lurking within the Snyder retinue. Every Grand Master who had ever lived preferred to dominate a part of the martial world through influence and power rather than serve as a servant! Yet, here was Jarvis, seemingly acting as Zayn's butler until now!

She applied the body cream and face cream as she dressed up, putting on her uniform which was a bit different from the others she had seen the other day — it was the same style, just that hers was army green instead of black. Well, maybe because her position was different. "Yeah, I'm his slave after all." She nodded as she stood in front of the dressing mirror and packed her hair into a high ponytail. ★ Ice Pick chuckled again with his eyes glued to his phone. "She's clearly different, right?" He asked no one in particular. "The high ponytail looks good on her." James chuckled, peering into Ice Pick's phone as Ice Pick quickly turned off his phone's screen. "What's funny? And why are you lau

He took off his helm and tidied his long ruffled hair with his hands, then proceeded to wipe the bloodstain off his sword. “I am your mentor first, before any standing,” Marcus said sternly. “Never could joke with a stone-hearted man,” Norman remarked. He snickered when Marcus humphed in response, it was always funny to joke about his mentor’s austerity- growing up doing so, remembering that he had even gotten smacked in the bottom when he was thirteen for it. Yet no matter what, the essence of respect will never vanish, for Marcus—a man worthy to be a man that all knights should strive to be— was the one who instilled all knight’s values to him. Even the man’s feats alone during the demon-s

“ Mister Knight, how did hell look like? Sure you got a slight glimpse of it.” I glared at each and everyone of them , till I got to the last, Julian. “who else haa something to say?” they were all silent. I turned to the boy. “who are you?” “Milord” he bowed.“I'm Kabal, a slave's soon, the youngest of four.” the boy humiliated by his own words stopped. “im grateful milord” he fell on his knees. “ welcome to the legion Kabal” “he would be your Knight” I pointed to the night on the ground.“trust he won't be rebellious

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.