The Ruined Death Knight Novels & Stories

Alpha-knock. We heard Marcus open it. "Marcus Stone," a new voice said, deep, accented. "I am Alpha Kade of Red Moon, West Coast. You have broken council law by recognizing a null mate and broadcasting our existence to humans. By old law, I challenge you for territory and for the nulls." Silence in the main room. Karl and I looked at each other. "Of course," Karl muttered. "We win against the humans, the wolves start." He took my hand, claws out a little.

The ink flowed down the wall and onto the ground, racing toward the Original Knight. The Knight tried to swing his sword, but the black ink grabbed his ankles. "What... what is this?" the Knight gasped. "It's the 'Unfinished'!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "It’s the anger of every character you left behind! You want to be the Knight? Then lead the 'Deleted' back to the **X**!" The ink pulled the Knight down. It pulled the wingless dragon down. It pulled the faceless child down.

At this point, people might have had sympathy for these monsters as none of the bodies were still intact. Slash! "Die! Die! Die!" The lifeless corpse was reduced to a heap of mess when Dior swung her blade at it. Her poisonous attacks were quickly decomposing the corpse. "How dare that bitch talk back to me?" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Having the class "Ruin Knight" had several unintended consequences. Ruin Knights were a destructive class. They crave annihilation, and their emotions are significantly skewed toward anger and resentment. Dior had been a member of a street gang back on Earth, and how unlucky could she have been? She was transferred to this planet the one time she

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

The dark glass of the console mirrored the ruin of my life. On the feed, Tahlia's eyes were wide with terror under that bare bulb, while the man from Apex held up her proxy form like a trophy. “You don't own Archangel. Your sister does.” A low roar built in my chest, but before I could put my fist through the screen, Kirrily made a sound that broke something in me worse than any corporate loss could. A tiny, breathless choke the sound of a woman whose soul had been carved out over four years, only to learn the last patch of solid ground under her was built on sand. She swayed in the chair, her face going grey.

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

Nate smirked viciously, "The famous Knox family who lost their whole pack to a rogue attack! Your father must be proud of you for turning into a rogue--" "I'll kill you." Knight cut Nate off coldly, those blue eyes shone the light of death, "You will die at my hands, Nate Hogan." "Holy shit! I'm scared! How are you gonna do that when you are chained to the fucking wall?" Nate burst into laughter and so did the three men following him in the dark cell. Knight glanced at the window that was half-buried underground. He couldn't even see the sky from there, but at least he could tell it was nighttime, and it was pouring heavily outside.

I've torn through 3 rogues before I hear the noise around me die down hopefully due to us winning and not the other way around. I look up to assess the end result. It looks like everyone is in good shape for the most part minus the one patrolman that didn't survive the fight. We are all covered head to toe in blood which is not a pretty sight, but hey could've been worse. "One of you needs to inform Alpha Henrick what happened. Make sure he knows that he died fighting and deserves a warriors burrial." I say pointing at the one dead wolf on our side.

“And the protocol was meant to stop that.” “Yes.” “By deleting them.” “Yes.” Kieran let out a frustrated breath. “That solution is extreme.” Death gave a faint nod. “The Architect believed extreme solutions prevent catastrophic futures.” I looked down briefly. Then I looked back at him. “But the Architect is gone.” Death’s eyes darkened slightly. “That was my assumption.” My stomach twisted. “Was?” “Yes.” Kieran stiffened. “Explain.” Death folded his hands behind his back. “When I discovered the protocol fragment, I studied its code.”

i said, my breath shaky, my hands trembling, I was sweating terribly. I’ll be coming home soon with Monique ,I hope you’ve cooked, you know how Monique likes your cooking, he said with that cold tone he usually used on me He didn’t even wait for a response, he ended the call. In my last life Blake had turned me someone who constantly begged for love, doing everything to prove I love him, I lost my family, myself and in the end I lost my life But not this time. I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength.