Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

The Darian King’s body was a bright light golden color. It was so bright and dazzling. Zetoma hid under the table to avoid the light from the Darian King’s body. He was the only human in the room. The golden light unaffected Queenie, the Dragon Knights, and hollymere creatures.

one of them answered. “You think I’m stupid? You dumb, crazy fools. Commoners don’t fight like this.” Gautam grinned wickedly. “You’re insane! Die!” His blade swung, aiming for the shadow knights’ necks. Resigned, faces pale from fatigue and despair, the knights braced for the end. The air reeked of blood. They thought it was over. A kick to the side of Gautam’s neck sent him staggering and crashing to the ground. A figure in white robes with a face covering had sent Gautam kissing the dirt.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

"As a noble, I fear nothing!" The moment they stepped inside, a life-sized animatronic ghost knight lunged toward them with glowing red eyes. "DEATH AWAITS YOU!" The entire noble entourage screamed in terror. One knight dropped his sword. Another noble tried to cast a warding spell, only for it to do absolutely nothing against the pre-programmed horror effects. Meanwhile, a group of Aeternums kids walked past them, completely unfazed. "It’s just an illusion, my lord," a child whispered to the trembling duke.

He can see her, feel her, but is unable to touch her. She had her head down throughout the meeting and was deliberately avoiding his gaze. Unlike her former sunny self, the Victory that sat in this room is no longer a shining beacon. A dark, ominous cloud in the form of Arthur Knight had casted a shadow over her, absorbing her light and warmth from scintillating towards the earth. Did Arthur Knight finally succeed in breaking Victory Sinclair's joyful spirit? Turning his attention towards the meeting at hand, he went on to announce the final item in the agenda, A. K. Media's next immersive event which will be in time for Halloween.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Each swing of their swords passed through the air with eerie precision, and though they looked solid, their movements had weightlessness of ghosts. Damian roared as one struck him across the shoulder. He retaliated with a dagger, but it passed through the knight as though through mist. “What the—?” He snarled, staggering back. “Damian!” Laura shouted. He turned toward her, his face bloodied, his eyes wide with relief and confusion. “Laura?” Hope clung to her, the crystal glowing brightly at the sight of him. Then Laura froze, the faces of the knights were hollowed, ethereal and trapped between worlds. They weren’t living men at all.