The Ruined Death Knight Novels & Stories

Brandon had been ruthless, and the back of my hand was already covered in dark bruises. It hurt terribly, but the pain brought a sudden, sharp clarity to my mind. In my past life, I had been completely blinded by love, unable to see Vivian's manipulative nature or Brandon's unwavering devotion to her, which ultimately led to my tragic death. In this life, I could only wait impatiently for my admission letter to arrive. I licked my lips and started a countdown for the disasters heading their way as I watched everyone leave. It wasn't long before the admission letters arrived, and I successfully received my own admission notice.

and then Francis's head was crushed under the weight of the Wight King's boot. Before his head was completely crushed, the fallen necromancer regained control of his body and mind, and screamed. "I am Francis Kemmler, The Lord of Necromancers" ♦ ♦ ♦ From the distance, two figures watched carefully how the entire battle had unfolded "It seems that the‘ Cauldron of Death ’operation was a failure," said one of the figures. "It seems that Number 2's ability to use the‘ Dominus Maximum ’is rusting away."

Without the help of Kevin, it might not be so easy for the Inuit to return to the world. What’s more, the martial arts world of the Realm of Adria would not have been greatly damaged. It should be known that it was Kevin who started the battle with Jason. In that battle, three experts at the late stage of Deity Realm masters had died, and one of them was Dragon. Therefore, it was understandable to blame the Excalibur Family. Now that Kevin was dead, the Excalibur Family got rid of the dirty reputation. Anyway, it was always a good thing that the Inuit lost an expert at the Deity Realm.

Mr.Welsh went to the hospital alone. He met Jude at the hospital. Jude was awake, handcuffed on the bed, Mr.Welsh then took Jude to the station for questioning. Both parties arrived at the station, Mr.welsh took Jude to the interrogation room, for questioning. Mr.welsh and Jonz both interrogate Jude and the captain was watching behind the room through a mirror glass, "Why did you kill Hazel!?" Mr.Welsh asked with a bold voice, "I did not kill Hazel, I don't know what u are talking about, Jude replied, Mr.Welsh then showed Jude the evidence {Jude dna result and his cigarette} he collected at the hotel, "I want to see my lawyer, i won't say anything" Jude requested.

” Lydia rolled her eyes and her impatience was getting frustrating to behold. ”Her cousin, Raven, killed her own father and apparently comes from the very first vampire king in existence. Meaning she’s powerful as fuck. But,” Lydia waited for a beat and eventually continued, concern written all over her face. ”She hates the Knights.” ”I know that,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest. Lydia slowly shook her head, her eyes brimming with worry. ”It was a knight that turned Malia and apparently, they’ve been looking for revenge ever since. Raven is the only one that still cares for her cousin, the others see her as an abomination.”

The fallen angel asked innocently. "Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

It all happened in a split second, as the man found himself bleeding on the floor with a deep look of confusion on his face, wondering how such a thing could have happened and how he was currently dying. “...urgh, Moon mother…,” Was all he was able to belt out before all the breath left his body and he finally died a very quick but painful death. “I don’t believe in her,” the hooded man said his words echoing around the small room he stood in with a corpse by his feet. He raised his hands to his head and dropped the hood over his head to reveal his face, one that happened to belong to Hurai’s knight, Allen.

Kaven, who saw the tension between the two of them, gulped nervously. Time was ticking. The Panthera Knights were still struggling to defend the kingdom even though it felt like their defeat was already before their eyes. The blood of the fallen knights dyed the white snow with ghastly crimson color. The monsters that had died came back to life. Its tyrannosaur head, with a smaller body, rose from the dead and took advantage of the situation. Its jaw caught one of the knights easily. One swoop of its bite was enough to take down the knight. It then spat out the knight, and the knight died from loss of blood.

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

Breathing becomes a difficult task, a conscious effort. The rain beats down on his back, adding more flame to the inferno of his pain. His eyes begin to droop while his heart fills with guilt. ‘Looks like we won’t be able to fulfill the promise, Luca,’ he whispers to his wolf. His beast doesn’t respond. Defeated, disappointed, and dejected, he closes his eyes. This is it. This is his end. ~~~~ “Kaizen Knight, the royal beta, is pronounced dead.”