Ruthless Knight Novels & Stories

His dirty blonde hair wasn't tied behind his head, some of it sticking to the side of his face, green eyes shining under the sunlight, his tattoos were more appearing in the daylight. He was pure perfection to me in this moment, I didn't care what the world said or thought about him. He was Savaş fucking Ewald. The king of kings. My Savaş. I'm sure that my eyes reflected my thoughts because he suddenly bent down and kissed me like there was no tomorrow as he kept on fucking, he only kept on going. His thrusts were ruthless, punishing but I didn't care. I didn't care how rough he was, how many times he edged me or made me cum. I didn't care how many places he marked on me, showing that I was

"You stand before the architects of the territory. Lower your steel and drop to your knees." "I used to think you were architects, Caelus," I growled, my voice dropping into a guttural, multi-layered resonance that rattled the iron fixtures of the braziers. I lifted the broadsword, pointing the blood-stained tip directly at the center dais. "But you aren't building a future. You're just caretakers of a rotting tomb. You systematically dismantled my mind-linked brother. You handed Commander Thomas the tools of our sabotage. And tonight, you ordered the fire that tore through the children of the eastern nursery!"

Nina and I were experiencing intense fun and creating memories which I wouldn’t want to come to an end , especially not in a bloody way like this. Please don’t dare call me a romantic man or a knight in shinny amour, nobody should call me any of that fancy shit because I am still very much ruthless, the sight of blood gives me joy and the second thing I love doing in the whole world is killing and I enjoy torturing people.

It was better to stay like this: no shifting or anything else. *** "Damn it!" Orlando cursed loudly when he opened the gift package containing the corpse of one of his subordinates. Nightroe always had his own way of plugging the gaps he had found. Almost. He had almost broken through the man's defenses, but now it was all for nothing. "You will pay for everything you have ever done in your life!" Again. The anger within Orlando had not subsided. This would never end. Their hostility would never find peace. Nightroe would never change. Just as terrifying as eight years ago.

Devi tilted his head, his nose brushing against the pulse point in her neck. He didn't care about the danger he only cared about the way her heart sped up when he touched her. His obsessive devotion was a heavy, suffocating blanket. "I’m a businessman, Cali baby," he murmured, his ruthless gaze fixed on the horizon. "I spent a decade paying them off in the shadows, keeping them quiet while I built this throne for you. But now that you’re the Queen, it’s time they saw who’s actually holding the ledger. I want them to look into your eyes and realize that their silence wasn't bought, it was commanded." Cali let out a sharp, jagged laugh.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

he murmured but it sounded like he was talking to himself. I wanted to ignore him and just leave but before I could even move he stepped forward again offering his hand for a handshake "I am Rook, the viper king's VP" he said his smile becoming wider. So he is also related to that bastard, I bit back the urge to laugh out of anger and just glared at him, does he really thinks I am going to shake that hand of his? Well he must be dreaming. I glared at him one last time before I walked pass him, I have far more important things to do than to chat with some Rook guy, "wait" he called as he stared at me, I ignored him and continued walking.

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army. He is also the most sadistic man she has ever known. This man is not only a natural born warrior but he is one of the men who mercilessly killed Alexei and his sisters that night. “Sixty million?” Pyodor gasps. “Any other bidders?” There will be none, Roseanne thinks in dismay. No one will go against this monster. If they do, he will kill them. “Sixty million going once!” Pyodor counts. “Sixty million going twice! Sixty million going-”