Vegeta Kneeling Novels & Stories

“Think you can stand?” Nodding my head, he helped steady me on my feet before stepping back and placing one knee on the ground, with the other bent in front of him. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he crossed his arm over his chest and placed it on his heart, then tilted his head to the side. He was offering me his neck as a show of submission. It was a sign of respect and acceptance. I told myself I wouldn’t allow others to see me cry, so I blinked back the tears that now blurred my vision. When I looked over at everyone in the stands, I saw they also knelt in the same way as the Beta did.

Blood instantly stained his pant legs. "I'm kneeling." Lucas lowered his head, his voice hoarse and humble. "Just let her go... forget kneeling, take my life if you want." "Hahahaha! He kneeled! He really kneeled!" Seraphina laughed hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Ella, do you see this? This is your Alpha! Kneeling in front of me like a dog!" "Kowtow! Why aren't you kowtowing?!" Lucas placed his hands on the ground and knocked his forehead heavily against the hard concrete floor.

Holding his Khortaal before him, he waited for the creature’s next assault. It never came. The beast was flung back in the same manner as the first had been, tumbling through another section of wall near the door. Andric saw Kayse standing to one side, breathing heavily, his hands shaking as he held them before himself. “Thank you,” he breathed. The Kulavaar nodded. They watched in horror as their foes got up, rising to come at them again. The one whose tendons Andric had cut was pulling itself toward the house with its huge arms, intent on getting to them.

Mama hesitated. “I assure you, this will be the first time!” Atlas attested instead of me. “Everything is so unprecedented! Usually, that happens during the first stage of shifting.” Dad explained. “So, is Atlas ready for my command?” “Yes!” We said in unison. I haven’t given it enough thought, but if you can’t avoid something, just sit and enjoy it! “Undress and assume a kneeling posture.” Dad started giving instructions. I did as he said. “Hands on the ground.” Copied. “Try to connect with the earth. Feel its energy.”

Even if it was a slim chance she wanted to avoid this at all costs. Her expression had a contract with deep fear. "Please don't…" "On your knees." He commanded, cutting her off. Her voice irritated him, he did not want to hear it. Once again her mind rebelled but her body obeyed. Isadora had her chest on the sheets and her back in a slope. The end of her body was held up in a kneeling position. She could hear Vincent shuffle down his trousers to the ground. Isadora closed her eyes in preparation for what was to come but nothing could prepare her for the feeling that had enveloped her.

She shrieked loudly, kissing the damp fabric and waving it over her head like a trophy. What was so special about it? I thought bitterly. It wasn’t even dry. Julian had been sweating, there was no doubt it would reek. Behind me, the noise suddenly exploded into screams, cheers and whistles. The cheerleaders had noticed Mr. Ashford pulling off his shirt to change into a casual one, the kind required for a coach on the rink. His movements were effortless and unbothered by the attention he was drawing. Even Thea screamed along with them.

Kaelani rose. Unfolding to her full height with slow, deliberate control — like someone who had already decided she would never kneel again. Dust spiraled outward from her in widening currents. Violet light bled from her skin in visible pulses, answering the violent tremor still rolling through the earth. Her breath came hard. Measured. Her wrists were streaked with blood. But her gaze— It burned with a lethal, unblinking fury. Locked onto Draevyn. Beyond mercy. Colder than rage.

His knees nearly gave. “Fight, little dove,” he whispered. His fists clenched. “Fight for them. Fight for me.” Hours blurred. The doctors worked. Matteo prayed in curses. Leo and Rem sat side by side in silence, their shoulders brushing, their tension momentarily forgotten. Kareen knelt in prayer, Vincent stood watch, his face a mask of grim silence. And Kane — Kane stood like stone at the center, his tattoos burning beneath his skin, his rage and fear coiled tight.

“These aren’t weapons; this is just who I am.” “Then cut them off,” another officer muttered under his breath. Vincent's breath caught in his throat. An oppressive silence enveloped them, heavy and thick. The sirens had gone silent, but the lights continued to flash, blue and red reflecting off his blood-stained skin. At last—Vincent did something he had never done before. He dropped to his knees. The sound of his bones hitting the pavement echoed down the street. Though his claws scraped against the ground, he raised his hands, palms facing up, bleeding and shaking.

He was looking at Rita and Aria. Slowly Victor lowered his body. His knees hit the floor right in front of the table. He did not care about the mud soaking into his pants. He did not care that the old man behind the counter was watching him. He made himself small. He was kneeling there in the dirt like a begger waiting for a piece of bread. He lifted his hands. He placed his palms flat on the floorboards. His head was bowed down toward the ground. He looked completely defeated. He was a man stripped of everything he ever owned. He was left with nothing but a bleeding heart.