Steven Knight Novels & Stories

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

He asked as he sat back, waiting for me to answer him. I took a seat in front of the desk. "Well, I have a business proposition for you, but I don't do anything with people I don't know." "Really?" He eyed me for quite a long time before he spoke again. "The name is Steven... Steven Black and as of a week ago I took charge in the absence of the Rogue King." He smirked as he leaned forward on his desk. "Now that you know who I am, who are you, and what do you want?"

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

The player pays attention to Steven who were just walking with them. "Yeah." "You were good up there man! I'm James Cabral." James introduced himself. "Steven Park, nice to meet you." Steven offered a handshake and James accepted it. "Nice meeting you too, bro. We can hang out together if you have free time." "En. Sure." "And you are Owen? Leon's younger brother." Steven shake his hand too. "Hello." Owen greeted him. The four of them entered the gym and everyone's eyes focused on them. Especially to the three tall men behind him. Steven leaned to him from behind and whispered.

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”

before anyone could react, Kaelithar had picked the phone that was on loudspeaker and placed on the table, and now he’s walked a few meters away from them, and now they could only express their surprise at his reaction, but no one wanted to speak so they won’t ruin whatever the chances was to get Vivienne’s family back anyway. And for a moment, there was silence on the other end. “And who the hell are you?” Kelvin asked over the phone. The only reason why Steve didn’t react is because when he looked at Adrian, he gave him a signal to calm down. Left to Steve alone, he just can’t trust this strange guy, but somehow he just wants to believe he wouldn’t be any trouble for them since he’s strang

"The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads." "Among others." No point denying what would become legend regardless. "Though 'fell' implies accident. I chose darkness when light proved corrupt." More riders appeared: a full squadron in better armour, led by a young man whose bearing marked him as nobility despite worn clothes. Lord Blackmoor's son, presumably. He studied the Shadow Knight with intelligent eyes that showed caution rather than fear. "I'm Robert Blackmoor," he confirmed. "Acting Lord since my father's arrest. The stories say you were Kaelen Dawnblade."

“I’m coming!” “Can’t say I have.” I told them as I didn’t move. Something moved in the back of his eyes. Anger? “Let me properly introduce myself to you, Miss Kristen. My name is Darin Knight of the Midnight River Pack. This is my future beta, (Steven nodded) and gamma, (Cash nodded).” Holy shit was right. They don’t play nice with others. Everything in me told me to run away. “I assume you want a tattoo?” I skipped the pleasantries.

"You're dead meat, Robert!" He had barely taken a step when Calvin, the detached magnate at the center of the gathering, issued a sharp command. "Get him!" In that instant, two black-clad men lunged and pinned Steven to the floor. He couldn't move and could only ask, voice muffled, "D-Do you know him, Mr. Baker?" Calvin dismissed Steven entirely, not even sparing him a single glance. He jogged excitedly toward me in front of the entire company instead. "Where have you been, Rob? I've been looking for you for so long!"

"I'll take it from here." Al nodded and strolled off. I was alone with Steven. He stepped towards me and the dim light illuminated his features slightly. Despite his dark blue, motor oil-stained overalls and huge boots, he was quite intimidating. Steven was taller than me by several inches and he looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. I definitely wouldn't pick a fight him. A slowly burning cigarette hung from his thin lips, a trail of smoke drifted upwards as he sneered at me. "Where the hell have you been, boy?"