Wicked Knight Novels & Stories

It was strange to me, all the misconceptions I had about bikers before I came here and met the men and women that made up the Black Aces. My eyes fell on Wicked, Truths big brother. They were so alike and yet so different at the same time. Wicked was huge, wider and taller than his little brother. A great hulk of a man. But good looking with it. There was a scary side to Wicked, but a soft side as well. Especially when it came to the people he cared about. I didn’t know what he thought of me, but at the end of the day, his opinion of me didn’t really matter. Whether he liked me or not didn’t matter. As long as I made his brother happy he would keep his opinion to himself.

Thorn said, analyzing the situation, “Leave one side door open—the one in the kitchen. Just say the healer might need to leave to fetch some herbs. Take a man with you, hide yourselves well. I’ll join you soon.” Hugo nodded and quickly strode off. At the great hall of the prince castle, twelve dark knights, fully armored with kite shields and knightly swords, stood with pride and devotion for their prince. No one knew the true identities of the twelve onyx knights. Their order of chivalry was an odd mixture, made up of knights from all ranks. The existence of the order was a violation of the traditional rules themselves, and each member was personally chosen by Thorn. It was rumored that the

The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire. Was he really protecting her all along? He was acting like an older brother to her; one who can’t bear to watch her get hurt, not even the slightest. But why would he do that? He doesn’t even know her. And maybe she mistook his actions for something else and now because of that, they had to end things this way.

Elaine screamed until the knight to her left backhanded her cheek, not caring about his silver gauntlet as it injured her causing blood to trickle down her cheek to her shock. His cold brown eyes narrowed angrily at how Elaine was behaving. “Young lady, I’ll speak to your father about this” the knight hissed coldly, this caused Elaine to tremble fearfully as she recognised the tone of voice. “U-Uncle?!” Elaine croaked as the man to her left glared at her, horror-filled her face knowing that her uncle was not the type to allow her to get away with anything. “Thank you for remembering that I exist for once Elaine, now it’s time for your time out” the brown-eyed knight replied coldly before dra

Just by hearing her nickname, she immediately knew who it was. There was only one person who called her Luna and that was none other than Klauss Wilburn. His name was known by people not only for his good looks that can be compared to those fictional characters fawn over by readers but he was also famous for his excellence in the field of medicine as a surgeon. Other than Hyperion, he was the man she did not want to cross paths with ever again. Not in this lifetime or even her next life because it was him who created the worst version of her.

Then she contacted her nephew, ‘William, what do you know of an MC called Black Knights over in Fort Worth?’ ‘They are run by Xavier Knight, he leads with an iron fist, no-nonsense, if you cross him, you die. Why do you ask Aunt Annabelle? ’ He had a soft spot for the elderly lady; she was his grandfather's sister, so technically she was his Great Aunt, and she was nobody's fool. ‘Is he married?’ She asked him now, ‘No, but he does have a daughter, the mother was the love of his life, so my sources tell me, there hasn’t been anyone serious since.’

I said. He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then waved over the waiter, ordering a double vodka for me and an espresso for himself. “I need alcohol to process this reality,” I said quickly, cutting him off before he could comment. “This is a first, getting pranked through Tinder. And the mastermind are teenager?” Julian chuckled softly, his laugh low and rich. “Kids these days are creative. Unfortunately, they don’t always use that creativity wisely.”

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

I might've overestimated our chances. Out from the woods, the Alpha of the Celestial Pack walked as if he was king. Behind him were werewolves and behind them, as well as on the sides, were hundreds of warriors and creatures and I knew these weren’t all of them. ”Alpha James Knight.” He cooed as he walked up on the field. The one thing that bothered me most about the Alpha of the Celestial Pack was the fact that he was a pussy, a scared little boy in a grown man's body who couldn't ever take on a fight alone.

I question quickly. “You want to touch me. I saw your gaze when the wine hit my flesh, you nymphomaniac. How did it feel, brushing against my breasts, copping a feel? That is not chivalrous, but that was you. You must have been so frustrated by what happened to let that side of you slip instead of acting like you yield to me all to make me want you. If you yielded to me, this wouldn’t be our conversation right now.” “And what would? The fact that you left the kingdom with another man? We would sit by the fire and discuss your open affairs with the king, who is, by the way, engaged to be married, a wedding set for mid-spring.”