Ruthless Knight の小説・ストーリー

Devi tilted his head, his nose brushing against the pulse point in her neck. He didn't care about the danger he only cared about the way her heart sped up when he touched her. His obsessive devotion was a heavy, suffocating blanket. "I’m a businessman, Cali baby," he murmured, his ruthless gaze fixed on the horizon. "I spent a decade paying them off in the shadows, keeping them quiet while I built this throne for you. But now that you’re the Queen, it’s time they saw who’s actually holding the ledger. I want them to look into your eyes and realize that their silence wasn't bought, it was commanded." Cali let out a sharp, jagged laugh.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

he murmured but it sounded like he was talking to himself. I wanted to ignore him and just leave but before I could even move he stepped forward again offering his hand for a handshake "I am Rook, the viper king's VP" he said his smile becoming wider. So he is also related to that bastard, I bit back the urge to laugh out of anger and just glared at him, does he really thinks I am going to shake that hand of his? Well he must be dreaming. I glared at him one last time before I walked pass him, I have far more important things to do than to chat with some Rook guy, "wait" he called as he stared at me, I ignored him and continued walking.

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army. He is also the most sadistic man she has ever known. This man is not only a natural born warrior but he is one of the men who mercilessly killed Alexei and his sisters that night. “Sixty million?” Pyodor gasps. “Any other bidders?” There will be none, Roseanne thinks in dismay. No one will go against this monster. If they do, he will kill them. “Sixty million going once!” Pyodor counts. “Sixty million going twice! Sixty million going-”

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

Ferociously. Fortunately knights within the castle rallied at the door. It was thrust open, and they poured out onto the stairs. Riaura dangled out the window to see in the dim light. Horrified to see the assassin moving like nothing she’d witnessed before. And she’d seen The Nauvree. But this thing killing her men in her bailey. He moved fast. Too fast. And with precision. There were enough knights to drive him down off the steps, but it seemed not enough to get him off his feet.

Just a word from their blue-eyes merciless head could banish someone from the country or even doomed for life. They were like the gods in the movie ‘gods of Egypt’. The Knight empire was ruled by the unfeeling billionaire CEO of Knight Industries, Malcolm Knight. According to rumours he was as gorgeous as a Greek god and as unfeeling as the devil himself. She heard he killed people who offended him without a flinch. His name alone sent shivers down people’s spine. Well, that was none of her business, so long as she never come in contact with this demon.

I slashed the head of their commander. His head fell down, rolling on the ground while his body collapsed into the pool of blood. Seeing their commander dead, one of the knights asked in mocking tone," General, are you going to give up your loyalty for his majesty? All because of that Crescent pack's whore! She rebelled against his majesty." I didn't bother to answer; rather I raised my sword in the air and sliced that rude knight's head with a swift stance. Usually I give no fuck about Noah or anyone but Martina is exceptional. I can't tolerate anyone cursing her. I continued slaughtering the royal knights.