The Dark Knight Novel Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena. As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.

"Finally, the game is timed so don't worry if you don't figure it out. I also ask you all finish or put down your drinks so there are no accidents, thanks. Now let's have fun!" The crowd murmured lightly and began to move around, likely bracing themselves for the lights to go out. Nadine wedged herself between Enora and Gil to clutch onto their arms in fear, and they couldn't help but laugh at the action. As soon as the lights went out, a scream echoed, making Nadine jump out of her skin with her own. When they could see again, a man–likely Caitlyn's husband–was in the center of the room with a sword through his chest. People began to shuffle around per the instructions, while Cait and two o

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

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Though he guessed it from her blood, he wanted to be sure. Her slow heartbeat alerted him to the impending trouble. Lothaire should leave her here, let her die in peace. After all, she fulfilled her purpose. But... he doesn't know where to go from here. Whom to trust. He remembers nothing. Other than the confines of his cell, his mind is a blank slate. He looked at the beauty in his arms. He should be thankful for her interference but he can't help himself but doubt her motive. Everyone has a motive, an end goal with him. Because that's what he faced since he woke up in that dungeon with no memory of who he is.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

“Only James and I are still alive, the other dark knights were all lost.” When Thorn saw the black smoke rising in the sky, he had already expected the worst. He pulled himself to his feet and looked around the room. “This will not go unanswered. No one kills a dark knight without paying with his own blood,” he announced, “We will have our revenge; a place hidden deep in the eastern forest requires our attention.”

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”