Terminally Ill Dark Knight Fandom Novels & Stories

they said at the same time and ended up laughing at the coincidence. "You go first " Jordan urged. "The Council, I found something about them. They have some codes to pass information and a type of unique tattoo for recognition " "You are the best as always " Jordan praised, his fingers went through her bun losing it in the process, and the copper tresses pooled down out of restraint. "And Sebastian, he's terminally ill" "I know. Leukaemia " "You knew. "Her face dropped. "It is a top secret. Just like me being poison so great job" Jordan praised again, dropping gentle kisses on her face to lighten it up, he just couldn't contain the feelings he felt whenever he was with her.

“I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.” He flicked his fingers again. Killian screamed louder. Body jerking. Twisting. Curse taking full control. “Make it stop!” I ran at the guy. “Please! He’s dying!” “That’s the goal.” Tall guy didn’t flinch. “Black Moon wants him gone. Wants you to watch. Wants you broken before he collects you.” “He’s not collecting shit!” I dumped everything left. Every last drop of royal blood. A huge wave of silver light exploded through the room.

"This is where the Aethel-Group throws the ideas they can't sell. We aren't even 'Props' anymore. We're just 'Waste-Data.'" --- ### The Fading Knight "I have to find my Rowan," I said, my voice trembling. "He fell in with me. And Leo. And Elara." Draft Four laughed—a dry, paper-thin sound. "If they just fell in, they’re still 'Active.' The Shadow doesn't eat Active characters. It stores them in the **Vault of the Unfinished**." He pointed toward a massive, black tower in the distance. It looked like a giant inkwell, leaking dark fluid into the grey sky.

I asked, not believing she had said that now. “Just me and Tong,” she said. “You know Devil’s Lair wasn’t even that heavily guarded, and you were scared out of your wits,” I jabbed. I took back my laptop and shut it. “I thought I was walking toward my death. Do you know what people on the dark web say about Shadow Knights?” She shivered. “Why didn’t you think of that before going in alone?” “I knew if I told you, you would walk in exactly like you did. We just happened to be lucky that Killian Knight has a thing for you. One day, I want details.”

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air. People always said to be forewarned was forearmed, right? I didn't want to help or do anything for that matter as I entered my bed, pulled the duvet up to my chin and ended up staring at the girls face I had sketched and it had one word I had heard. Princess. Becca's POV I love you for your flaws and darkness because your darkness is beautiful. When everything went black, I gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't hurt me here or find me or taunt me. He couldn't touch me because I was dead. Or I hoped I was.

To know that you’re nothing but a hollow shell compared to what I’ve built from the mud? The villagers vote by dropping red-blossoms into our wicker baskets. By the time the final count is in, my group’s basket is overflowing, a sea of red petals. Nyra’s basket is nearly empty. But the real hunt begins after the lights dim. I return to my room, checking my internal link. The MoonNet Circle is in full, violent decay. The trending boards are screaming about the Warlord’s Mate-Bond, but the comments are vitriolic, a war between Ezekiel Thornhart’s fanatical followers and my own protectors.

he wanted to tell them something else but Ryker suddenly asked him a question. Ryker asked “but why would they annihilated a pack just like that?” Mr. Montgomery said “how am I supposed to know?” Raiden asked “why are they being suspected of doing so?” Mr. Alistair said “you might not be aware of this but a pack called the Dark Knight Pack also got annihilated when they were having a scuffle with the Blue Moon pack, that is why the rest of the packs are wary of them, they are afraid that the Blue Moon pack would set their eyes on them, your sister knows about the Dark Knight pack”

“As I mentioned, eventually you would have met Lykoan and become his mate, too. Dalton would not have objected since he would have strong ties and power to Volkecrest Krowns.” I flushed and held up two fingers. “Two mates?” I pointed the same fingers at myself. “For me?” “Dalton would have everything he could have dreamed of. Too bad for him to have earned your hatred. Now the tides have changed. I wonder what you will do.” Like an idiot, I broke into a gale of laughter. For the first time, the goddess knitted her silver brows. She was puzzled as I bent over, slapping my leg as if I were the joke of the century.