Romans & histoires Ruthless Knight

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And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

His eyes were a darker shade of onyx. "Your mate is a whore-" Draken punched him straight on the nose. Breaking his nose as his chair fell backward. Eren set his chair back up as Draken motioned at one of his warriors to hand him the cutter. Within seconds the whole place was filled with agonizing screams as Jonathan begged for Draken to stop. Ten severed fingers were on the floor and blood oozed out of Jonathan's hands as he wailed in pain. "This is for calling my mate a whore," Draken said calmly as he threw the cutter away.

"Please, don't! Please!" the mother begged, her voice filled with desperation as she pleaded with the knight to spare her children's lives. Tears streamed down her face, her heart heavy with fear and anguish. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. With a solemn movement, the knight lowered his arm, his hand tightly gripping the sharp blade. The glint of steel reflected the dim light as he brought it closer to their throats. A moment of unbearable tension hung in the air, the room filled with a suffocating silence.

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

He can't just throw me out. I heard about Knight's uncontrollable Attitude when it comes to his pre-ruling. I hold the child as a threat for the King Alpha. Once he do something terrible to me or my Kingdom. I will reveal his secrets, straight to his son. Knight has been miserable ever since and he knew that Knight will not take this light. ——— "The Prince Alpha have fallen sick. It has been a big rumour around the main palace that being too heartbroken of his mate's disappearance caused him to weaken."

He deserved this much. He is titled as fool from now with the other titles like cheater, self-centered and hypocrite. "You.." my voice became hoarse and I felt difficulty in speaking. Ranish looked at my swollen neck where I knew I had fingerprints due to strangulation. I cleared my constricted throat. "You don't need to know about them for who they are..." I said curtly and got lil close to him, "Just know that they are very dangerous and lethal people who can abolish you with the snap of their fingers. You had done wrong to them indirectly which made you the culprit here and the punishment by them would be very severe. Do you know about "The Kings"? I asked curiously.

He didn't have time to swing the sword so he did the next best thing. CRACK!! He drove both his gauntlet and the sword hilt into the man's nose with as much strength as he could muster, instantly shattering it. "You - mother - fucking - traitor!" He cried out his frustrations slamming the hilt into his face again and again for each word until the man fell. "AAAGH!" A sharp burning sensation began emanating from his thigh. A man stood wide eyed with his spear sticking out of the knight's thigh in a small gap in the armor above his knee.