13 Ghosts The Angry Princess Full Body Novels & Stories

One of the bodyguards informed him. - Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes. replied the young woman with a smile. - Good, majesty. The princess exchanged a look with Lucia, not feeling able to call Mirabelle to tell her that they couldn't find a present... - And this scarf? It's handmade... And it's not expensive. The fabric is soft and silky. - A cheap scarf? Lucia. He's probably not going to like knowing that his first present is cheap. Lucia shrugged her shoulders and looked away... A few seconds later, the same bodyguard came in their direction and without thinking of anything, she grabbed the scarf.

The leader started crying. “As you can see and hear the ghosts that are coming for you. They are waiting to take your soul to hell. Waiting to torture you for the sins you have done. Your life in hell will never be at ease.” “Kill,” said Agatha. BEAM! Her magic sliced the leader’s head straight off. The leader’s eyes were still blinking. The woman with the long red tongue laughed loudly. She pulled his soul out of his body and dragged him behind her. The leader went to hell being chained and whipped by all the ghosts.

He launched himself towards the window, his movements a blur. He changed his form as the glass shattered. In a black cloak that hid his ankles and a mask made of obsidian that concealed his entire face, he was just as the legends had described. It was the Silent Reaper. Raphael swung into action, but he was quicker, which was a shock. He was not a man but a creature of death. One that could not be caught or escaped from. Despite the chaos and attempts to stop him, he deftly escaped, disappearing into the night. Raphael looked down from the window, his crimson eyes glowing like rubies in the sunlight.

Camela shivered uncontrollably as tears ran down her cheeks. Vincent’s chest surged with anger as he spoke. “Don’t you dare…” But the ghost leaned in even closer and whispered, “Camela Castellano.” Her entire body jerked as the scar on her chest flared so bright it burned her. She screamed, her voice breaking as if the very name itself had ripped her apart. Vincent let out a fierce roar. The chains snapped under the weight of his anger. He lunged forward, his claws slicing right through the ghost's chest. The shadow split apart, scattering like ash.

Aside from Gwen almost rushing out, he didn’t flinch; rather, he grabbed my wrist and leaned closer. Every detail about his features was clearer and unable to ignore. His finely shaved mustache, perfectly trimmed brows, and heart-shaped lips. “Whatever, to think the evil ones are blessed,” I thought to myself, still maintaining intense eye contact that could boil water. “We need to talk, Princess.” I yanked my arm free, my eyes flashing with rage. This young man made a fool out of me. “Know your place!. You're only my bodyguard. Keep that in mind before you touch me next time.”

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

The way it stretched gave a terrible jolt on Hera’s stomach, especially when she could see the reflection of her own face to the rotten feature sitting on the coffin. “You have come at last,” she repeated, her lips barely moving. She raised her hand as the darkest of blood trickled from the hole where her eyes should have been. “No!” shrieked Hera as the corpse drifted eerily in the air. “S-Stay—stay where y-you are!” The corpse merely smiled ever so widely.

The contact sent him hurtling through the air, his body crashing against a tree a dozen paces from me with enough power that the trunk broke. Tristan dropped to the ground in a heap, startled, his axe landing in a mound of pine needles and soon setting them ablaze. Yet no one did anything to suppress the flames. No one moved. No one spoke so much . Slowly, Angie pushed himself upright, shaking his head to clear it even as his eyes fastened on me. His voice shook as he replied, “She’s the warlock princess and a lycan” A chill raced through me, and I conquered my magic.

"Who ordered you to come?" It was a beautiful woman dressed in red, but she was as pale as a sheet. She looked exactly like the ghosts shown on television! Lyanna's true form would scare anyone who saw her even in broad daylight, let alone at night. Besides, they were in pitch darkness! "Aargh!" A few timid apprentices were stunned with fright and stumbled backward. They hid behind Gaston. "Are you a person or a ghost?" Gaston was also agitated. The moment the strange person appeared, the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees. Sinister gusts of wind scraped against his skin and made him break out in goosebumps.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.