Spider-man Knight Novels & Stories

"Who killed Spider?" Emerald didn't show it on her face, but was smiling internally at her victory. She was not sure if it would work but it did. She killed Spider and the secrets he was holding without even lifting a finger. She won't be blamed for it, Egon will blame his enemies. Knight brothers!

“No, kid. Superman wears tights. I wear a suit. So I’m the villain.” Daniel took it completely seriously. He gasped, immediately stepping backward and hiding behind me again. Knight stood up and gave me a quick wink. Then he turned and walked away.

I was sure this dumb arse wouldn't, no matter how many similarities he found between them. He looked taller, scarily muscular than the last time when I saw him above me, naked. I left him after that night, not wanting to hear him tell me what happened between us was a mistake. The blood, ashes, and bullet holes were nothing I hadn't seen before on him and in his body. I would have done something for him while pushing back my fear to tend his wounds, but I had to let go. He was never mine to hold back. Maddy asked him, "Hello, sir. Have we met before?"

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

she said in an inaudible voice because of weakness, on which Vidhant gave her a sweet smile, and while turning towards the other man, he said, "And he is Sebastian Knight," Vidhant said, on which Swara's mouth hung down after hearing his name. Everyone knew Sebastian Knight was the assassin in the world of business. She read many articles on him but never saw his face. "Full name Sanskar Sebastian Knight," Vidhant said further on which Swara who was shocked till now becomes confused, and while giving a weird look towards Sebastian Knight, she said,

A month later, Cathleen was confused as to why there was no information on her husband on the internet. So she opened her laptop once more and continued her search, but she came up empty. After that, she used her hacking skills to gain access to the Knight group and learn more about Xavier Alexander Knight. Due to the stringent security measures taken by the company, this was not an easy task. She was taken aback to learn that the man was the owner of Knight Group International.

“Apparently, he was attracted by the bubble wand in my hand. I asked him about his parents and he said his beautiful mommy is getting cereal. And that's how I find Jade, going crazy looking for her kid.” His eyes find me and burn with an underlying curiosity. My body tingles with the same curiosity. “Thank you, Mr. Graves.” Soren steps forward and extends his hand. Knight clasps it firmly, his jaw set in a grim line. “Just call me Knight Morningstar.” “You sure do have a lot of names.” Knight shrugs. “A man cannot rely on just one face. I think you understand that.” A silence passes between both men. It's choking and uncomfortable. I clear my throat and break it. “Soren, honey…we should go n

"I swear—I don’t know who Enzo is." "Then why did you threaten him not to speak?" I whispered, my voice cracking. His hand tightened around mine. "I don’t know, Tesoro. Maybe I said something without thinking, I don't..." "Enough!" Kaden roared, yanking a phone from his pocket. He didn’t even look at me as he turned to the man in black. "Spider," he snapped, "this bastard better not take a damn step from here." The Spider guy moved quickly, shoving Leo back with force, Leo grunted, cursing out loud.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.