Wicked Knight Novels & Stories

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

The feel of his soft cheeks were still on her lips. “You are lucky, Zita. It’s unfortunate you refused to disclose his name or what he looks like.” “Shh,” Dodo shushed Victoria playfully. “Zita’s lover is that knight in shinny armor that is not to be named.” They laughed but their laughter ceased when the blacksmith resumed the beaten on the red-hot iron. “I am sacred” Victoria whispered.

Will put on the black suit as he inspected himself in the mirror, pleased to have pulled off John Wick’s trademark look. He let out another heavy sigh. Normally, he slacked off and would have just worn a shirt with the character he had chosen printed on the front and get it over with; just like last year when he had worn a printed Lego Batman shirt and the year before when he came wearing a Luke Skywalker shirt. But this year, he thought he’d be more participative. After all, he would be with someone, his landlady no less. And the fact that he wasn’t just going to a Halloween party, but to his team’s victory party as well, he had made up his mind to put in some effort. And for some reason, h

It was the first time that the mansion had become that lively, though the noise came from the vagabonds running around, panicking after the mishap that happened. No one expected the old Vagabond to step up and move in front of them, taking the young-alpha’s attack head on. Duncan, being too close and filled with rage, could not stop in time. But thankfully, he shifted his swing within the last minute, making the cut shallow. But it was enough to cause continues bleeding on the vagabond’s chest.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

"Liar. The church will condemn you for such insolence and absurd belief. You will be hung for such lies, witch." “No,” asserted the witch. “Why would a predator like him need to conceal himself as a priest amongst the knights?” “He did not conceal himself. He is not a vampire for once. I'm telling you. I saw him walk in the sun for heaven's sake. He is here to destroy the likes of you!” exclaimed Knight Leo. The suspicion was outrageous. It was quite unbelievable, disgusting really. Leo's mind was sent swiveling, unable to discern or process the images being sent by his ears. He looked away from the witch's eyes, the truth in them was recognizable but then he looked back to see if it was sti

” Varis asks The knight first removes his helmet and begins using his silk scarf to wipe off the sweat from his ratty nose “What Failure you ask? Well you shoot a flare just to let us find you with some rag ridden peasant pig hunters. And one of your men spoils my damn kill!” The knight spits at my direction, and signals the others to ride off, but before he leaves he also kicks Varkii in the back of his head laughing as he does it. Varkii doesn’t react, he cannot react. That man was a knight after all; he could be hanged for speaking out against him.

The one he’d decided against bedding because there was so little appealing about her. “She stole my book...” He murmured. “She’d not have had the courage was Warlord or Hawk not behind it.” “What do you wish me to do, My Liege.” “Have they found Hawk?” “No, Sire. He seems to be in the wind. After Warlord summoned the darkness we lost him in the WixWood. “How could you lose him?” “I’m merely your servant, My Liege.” The man bowed his head. “But I heard the murmurings of the knights. They feared pursuing into the WixWood because it turns into the Wildwood and we all know the creatures that guard that.”

And these people are acting like a piece of shit! He turned his head slightly and it was Mayor Wellbert and his men. Ah... Could it be that this bastard is the mastermind? Alexander immediately thought in that direction. Apart from Daniel, there is another bastard who most likely wants to hurt his wife. “Mr Grissham, I'm outpaced by you. I didn't know that you cared so much about our historical heritage." Wellbert smiled as he was amazed that Alexander's hands and clothes were full of soot. There were also soot stains on his forehead and face, it was clear that this Mafia leader had just rummaged through the rubble of a building fire.