Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight Webnovel Novels & Stories

“It’s over.” Drake laughed weakly. “You think this ends me?” “I think this ends your leverage,” Lucas said. The light dimmed abruptly. The chamber fell silent. Drake’s form flickered, destabilizing. “You haven’t won,” he said hoarsely. “You’ve just delayed what’s coming.” “Then we’ll be ready,” I replied. With a final glare, his presence collapsed inward, vanishing into nothing. The conduit went dark. I swayed, suddenly exhausted.

The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at. "The Deathless Chevalier," she continued, her voice growing more strained. "A cursed knight from the Dark Ages, bound by ancient, unbreakable runes. Each time he is killed, his body reconstitutes itself within three days, his strength and resilience marginally increased. He learns from every death." The screen showed a figure in pitted, black plate armor, the space behind its visor a horrifying, soul-deep abyss.

It was the night that would in turn change the trajectory of my life, the night I'd become one with the shadows, the night I was going to give half the underworld what they sought desperately—the news of my death. About two weeks ago, I was in Russia seeking help from The Pakhan and the only way we discovered around the war that was coming was death; my death. After giving it a thought for a while, I had finally decided to let my life take on a new cause; after all, I had always been intrigued by the idea of operating from the shadows. Ginevra Rodriguez, the Dark Knight would be dead by the break of dawn. I patiently took the torture and waited for the Abyss's dramatic entrance. Izzy's words

In country A there stood a tallest building of the world which belongs to Knight Group. In one of the floor of that building in a meeting room there were staffs and directors sweating and afraid.In the centre there was a Greek god like man sitting in his chair with king like aura. He had brown eyes with black hair and flawless skin. He was wearing a black handmade suit with shiny black leather shoes. Not only female but also male die to get one glance from him. He is non other than Alexander knight.The president of knight Group. He is the king who rules the buisness world and underworld. He is ruthless and merciless.There is a rumor that he even killed his own family members for power and

he finishes, he smiled broadly because to a certain extent he is right, he is not stupid but in everything else he has been wrong, but he does not have to know it “Well you're right about something... you're not as stupid as I always thought...” Claus starts laughing and comments “Although maybe yes, because coming to see you, knowing everything you know and still doing it alone, is suicidal, don't you think, Griff?...” The aforementioned smiles and shakes his head. “I know Dark and I know he won't do anything to me unless I provoke him…” Claus cuts him off

For as long as he still drew breath, it was not over. “ Save your words. There is no need for you to state the obvious. You were never meant to win. Not then and not now. It's time to die.” Drakoen let out a hollow laugh that echoed inside the barrier. The laughter of a broken man on the verge of his demise. His laughter changed to an evil laughter that sent a chill down Mercedes' spine. She suddenly felt very uneasy. Despite managing to put him down for good, something told her it was not over yet. But what could he do in his state? His soul was damaged beyond repair and his form was withering.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

"The Darkness Complex? What's that?" Yuri was surprised to hear this. He exchanged puzzled glances with Raphael and Roanne. "Well, the Darkness Complex is—" Leon gave them a brief explanation of Roanne's condition. The Darkness Complex was a rare, one-in-a-million physiological entity. Usually, women who possessed the Darkness Complex were not only stunning, but they were also highly intelligent and were oftentimes natural talents at martial arts and other practices! Unfortunately, although Roanne possessed the Darkness Complex, she was also born with Third Degree Block, which meant that all the purified Dark Energy within her was cooped up for years with no place to go!

he announced. "What do we do now, Alpha Richard?" They asked him. "We bring in backup. Our most deadly weapon to find and put an end to her immediately," he stated. All their faces turned pale instantly. "You don't mean the—" "Yes, the Dark Knight," Richard announced. I swallowed hard at the mention of that name. In history, there were some particular soldiers trained to be the Dark Knight of each era. They only ever came out to handle matters that were beyond complicated. They were known to be ruthless killers, they never showed mercy and it was said that this was because they had no hearts.

He was surrounded by a pulsating swirl of shadows that served as a clear reminder of the peril they were in. The dark energy whirling around him magnified Kael's sneer, "You've come to die." "How appropriate for a broken mate and a so-called Alpha." Dominick advanced, his wolf snarling ferociously. "What it means to fight for something worth dying for is something you'll never comprehend." Dark energy surged toward them as Kael raised his hand. Just as the explosion tore through the ground where they had stood, Dominick jerked Lisa to the ground.