Ruthless Knight Novels & Stories

He can't just throw me out. I heard about Knight's uncontrollable Attitude when it comes to his pre-ruling. I hold the child as a threat for the King Alpha. Once he do something terrible to me or my Kingdom. I will reveal his secrets, straight to his son. Knight has been miserable ever since and he knew that Knight will not take this light. ——— "The Prince Alpha have fallen sick. It has been a big rumour around the main palace that being too heartbroken of his mate's disappearance caused him to weaken."

Mani Verma is 26 years old, 5'7" with dark brown eyes, brown hairs, chubby cheeks and slightly curvy figure. She is a kind, optimistic, simple, funny, sarcastic and strong-willed girl who is trying her best to deal with life following her morals and beliefs. Love kids, dance and helping others. This is a story of an Indian girl who is married but in the process of getting divorced because of some reason. After marriage, she moved to New York but lives alone on her own for now. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Ruthless..Dominating..Dreading..Lethal Living Nightmare. Tsk tsk.......... He is more than that. Either one way or another, moral or not, you will get it with the key of patience, Control and Limi

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

Rurik hesitates. That hesitation costs him. I slam my palm into the table, power rippling outward. The map fractures, stone splitting cleanly down the center. Rurik drops to one knee with a grunt, choking on my dominance. “Where,” I repeat, voice lethal. “The mountain ravine,” he gasps. “The one forbidden under ancient law.” Of course it is. I straighten slowly, forcing my breathing into calm, controlled precision. Anger is useful but only when sharpened. Panic is for lesser men.

"Consider it practice." There was something he wasn't saying. Isabella studied him, trying to read between the lines. "Is that the only reason?" A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You said you wanted to know who I really am. This is your chance." Understanding dawned. He was offering her a glimpse behind the curtain—showing her Alexander Kane, the businessman whose reputation struck fear into boardrooms across the country. The man the financial press had nicknamed "The Executioner" for his ruthless corporate takedowns.

“Tell them you died because you thought you were clever.” His eyes go wet. He spits out a handful of curses. “You’re sick.” He spits the words as if they’ll buy him anything. “Sick is different than right,” I murmur. I step on his wrist until his knuckles whiten. He claws at the floor. “You touched her. You thought you could get away with that. You thought you were a legend.” “Legend—” he manages, gasping. “Legend my ass.” I move my knee into his ribs; another sick crack. He vomits blood and bile. “I’m the man who makes men like you stop believing they’re invincible.”

He was holding his coffee like it was keeping him alive. “You mentioned a charity gala,” I said. He blinked. “The one you told me to shove up my ass because you had ‘more important things to do’?” I looked at him without answering. “Yes. Exactly that one.” Andrew sighed the long, suffering sigh of a man who’d learned not to argue. “One moment.” He left, then came back with an envelope so thick it could’ve stopped a bullet. The thing was heavy, glossy, gold-embossed in a way that looked both expensive and tacky. I didn’t need to check the sender. Nera Petrovna, wife of Alexandr the Third—Pakhan of the Bratva. Her style was impossible to miss.

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

I was led to Ruthless and he reared his black head scarred with white in between his eyes and stopping at the flannel of his nostrils. He looked just as deadly as his owner. I beckoned to him to walk out of his abode but he just stood there glaring at me and Rage threw into fits of laughter. "He's Ruthless, vampire, you cannot control him. Only Lucifer can." Rage said and I ignored him. If Snowball who did not let anyone close to her, let me in, then who was Ruthless that I could not handle? I refused to give up on this arrogant stallion. I advanced to go nearer to him and he gnashed his teeth at me.