The Dark Knight Novel Novels & Stories

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

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

These dark knights who had stayed hidden for years since the war five hundred years ago, buried in the shadows had reemerged two years ago. No one knew why. There motive and target unclear, but their cruelty was unmistakable. Tonight, they dragged screaming children towards there carrier beasts, their little faces pale with terror. The soldiers protecting the villages and the villagers who tried to resist lay broken on the ground, their blood painting the cobblestones. Suddenly — A flash of silver light sliced through the smoke. One Dark Knight crumpled, his body split clean through. Another stumbled back trying to stop the blood that was flowing out from the clear cut near his ribs.

A vast dark place that had no walls and no floor and no sky but existed anyway with complete certainty. A book. Not the journal she had been imagining, leather bound and findable. Something older than that. Something that existed the way a wound exists, not as an object but as an absence, a place where something had been removed from the world and the world had never healed around it. A woman. Ancient. Standing in the dark with a stillness that was not peace but the opposite of peace. Something that had been waiting so long it had forgotten what it was waiting felt like. Just the waiting remained.

WOLVES AREN'T SCARED OF THE DARK. Fear of the dark is not fear of darkness itself but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by darkness. There was only one person why it was illogical and spurious for a wolf to be scared of the dark; because wolves were the thing in the dark.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER FIVE JOHN PAUL's POV .......................................................................................... Notwithstanding that I found it difficult to believe that such a beautiful girl could be without a boyfriend, I still had to think so because she never talked about it. Whenever I wanted to ask her about her sex life. I was always numb and afraid of the answer that she’d give me and hence, I ended in rigmarole without asking. I couldn’t help but feel so sad even though I tried to pretend about it.

That man is indeed psychotic, and I don't even know how and why she decided it's a good idea to be with him. I finished eating and grabbed my phone to see if the wildcat would reply to my text. Wildcat: Go to hell. I changed my hoodie into a long-sleeved black compression shirt, topping it with my black leather jacket and pants. I grabbed my helmet and went down to get my bike. I drove my bike to the headquarters, and Kayden and Tatiana greeted me. He has his arm around his wife's shoulder, and she laughs at something he said. Kayden is fucking boring, and I don't know why Tatiana sticks with him.

And had it not been for the noisy entrance of the chambermaid into the lounge next door to the bedroom, that disgusting incident might’ve gone considerably further than it had. Youth had given her an edge… Youth often knew no fear. That had been her strength at the beginning. She really hadn’t realized what she was up against. Christophe, a merciless, arrogant man. The usual businessman/shark… Superbly clever, insidiously calculating, and terrifyingly dangerous.