Ruthless Knight Novels & Stories

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

His eyes were a darker shade of onyx. "Your mate is a whore-" Draken punched him straight on the nose. Breaking his nose as his chair fell backward. Eren set his chair back up as Draken motioned at one of his warriors to hand him the cutter. Within seconds the whole place was filled with agonizing screams as Jonathan begged for Draken to stop. Ten severed fingers were on the floor and blood oozed out of Jonathan's hands as he wailed in pain. "This is for calling my mate a whore," Draken said calmly as he threw the cutter away.

"Please, don't! Please!" the mother begged, her voice filled with desperation as she pleaded with the knight to spare her children's lives. Tears streamed down her face, her heart heavy with fear and anguish. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. With a solemn movement, the knight lowered his arm, his hand tightly gripping the sharp blade. The glint of steel reflected the dim light as he brought it closer to their throats. A moment of unbearable tension hung in the air, the room filled with a suffocating silence.

The moonlight coming from the open window showed the first man's face which was filled with clear sneer and evil smirk. " I don't consider that stupid Alexander as the alpha!" He started to roam around the room and looked at the lying body of Ruth. He came near her and knelt down. He sniffed the air around her body and moved closer to her. He sniffed her body like a wild dog sniffs it's prey. " There's another man's smell on her. " He ripped open the shirt and sniffed her chest and her belly. " We can easily capture her right now, James! And take her to my castle! " Said the man while touching her bellybutton.

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

Anaaya gazed at Zaviyaar with surprise face after feeling her dupatta around herself. "You are right. I'm very ruthless. This world made me like that. And for the one, who you are fighting against me, is a black wolf hiding behind white sheet. He is the man who doesn't know ruined the lives of so many people. If I get an opportunity, I will give him more painful death than before." He was staring into the eyes of Anaaya while his hand travelled slightly down to her neck. Feeling the touch of his fingers on her neck, she badly jerked his hand.

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.

“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.

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t