Wicked Knight Novels & Stories

knight that my men just happened to capture at the border of the royal capital. He had the insignia of the imperial knights and I think that you and I both know that we do not need anyone to tell us that he was sent by the crown prince himself. Of course, after showing his safety and I’ll show him that we would give him some wealth he immediately spilled all the information that we needed from him. Don’t worry his body was properly disposed of and we will not be hearing of this matter again. However, he mentioned some very interesting things that we need to look into am working on my own, and with Marquis of the kingdom. He mentioned that indeed he did find my sister, but what does troublin

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

I answer her with a wink. “It’s not like that Devil, they wanted to kill you” she says tears going down her face, I read the whole chapter I know what happened, I believe her, I believe she put everything in her stories, she always does, but not this time, this time we’re going to win, for once I the bad person would win the princess and leave with her.

“I like blondes.” “Paws off,” Knight snapped. “What if she’s an ugly blonde?” Badger went on. “Some blondes are fake blondes too. You know there’s potions for that stuff.” Knight shrugged. “It’s a political marriage,” he said. “We have a duty to fulfill and that’s it. You get it right, Ethan?” I licked my lips. “Right,” “What about you, big guy?” Badger teased. “How are you with the women?” “Very popular,” Blade teased. “I can tell. You have the air of a virgin about you that I’m sure women love.”

Lucian Voss. He wasn’t just a stranger I had woken up beside. He was no ordinary man caught in the chaos of my ruined engagement. He was something else entirely—colder, sharper, and far more dangerous than anything I had ever encountered. He was a man who didn’t just walk into rooms; he claimed them. And in the twisted wreckage of my life, I saw him not as a mistake… but as a weapon. If I couldn’t fight my enemies alone, maybe I could borrow their devil.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

And it's just fiction after all. “I’m sorry, I-I really don’t know how to be a wolf.” After a few motions, I was startled by the voice of the knight outside the cage. "What are you doing?" he asked. He's the enchanter and a knight in this metropolis. And he smells like cake. I guess that priests and priestesses have the same scent.

I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now. I sat on the chair around the counter. I had no clue what to do. I didn't know where Scarlett was and I sure as hell didn't know where I was either. Where is this asshole? I sigh in frustration. I give up. I came off the stool and crash into a hard wall of firm and strong abs. The stranger gripped my hands, I hike up my right knee and kick him in his private, using my left leg kicking him in his chest. He fell on the ground howling in pain. I stared at the stranger on the ground. I still hadn't seen his face.