13 Ghosts The Angry Princess Full Body Novels & Stories

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

Shards of wood accompanied him as he flew through the air; landing on the hard-packed dirt in front of the porch. Angel stepped onto the porch in all her naked glory. With the night lit up by the roaring flames, it was much easier to see her clearly. She was nothing but skin and bones. The pert breasts that Roy had refused to touch when she first arrived were now nothing but empty, drooping sacks. Her dull and lifeless skin was only semi-opaque, making it easy to make out the shape of her bones and her joints. Her stomach was so sunken it created a bowl like cavity in her hips. Her once wild and beautiful blonde hair hung limp and ratty over colorless flesh.

he grinned evilly and I shook my head. "I will rain hell upon you if you harm one hair on his head," I growled angrily, my reaper swirling within me. I was clenching my scythe within my hands and glaring daggers at the prince. He looked amused and snapped his fingers. I blinked my eyes and the two of us were sitting at a table covered with fruits and pastries. The room was white with gold accents. I looked up at Luric in shock. He grinned and sat back in his chair with another cup within his large hand.

Its disgusting smell filled the entire atmosphere. "I can fill the presence of demons in this place already," I said enraged and began speaking in the words of the Holy Spirit. Pastor Vivian and Silas joined in the prayer. The image of Philomena flashed right before my eyes, not like a memory but rather a trance. She sat on the second step on the stairs case, completely naked with legs widespread. A weird smile at the left corner of her lips; fresh blood covered her teeth and some dripped from the open corner of her mouth. I could not read her mood but she wasn't exactly thrilled to see me.

9 meters tall Rank 4 male zombie that was way more good-looking with his green eyes. Not to mention, the zombified look on Scarlet’s face had diminished even more. In addition to that, her flaming red dress improved her appearance greatly; she looked just like a princess.

that is all" Rason stood up, "we have to go to the palace now, we underestimated this matter, we aren't dealing with an ordinary spirit. We are dealing with a God. Azazel and his team are in danger. He is using the pit to build a new body. And we have given him two demons, a half demon half god on a platter of gold. In addition to princess Darla, he has all he needs to make a new body. We must hurry". They immediately rushed to the palace while Calix flew back to Dresden quickly.

The Seventh Princess ignored him and calmly got off the carriage, looking at Samuel quietly. "Seventh Princess, there's no need to talk nonsense with him. Although my Immortal body has been destroyed by him, it doesn't mean that he's sure to win. I can kill him at any time." "You can wait patiently. When I take his head, I will treat it as our wedding gift." Seeing the Seventh Princess, Ghost Master, whose Immortal body had been destroyed, suddenly regained his previous spirit and looked at Samuel coldly. Although he didn't say too much, Samuel could tell from the looks of the carriage.

Was this the black witch trying to scare me? I really didn’t know but I was wondering about it. Because if she was feeding off of my energy when she sent that ghost here to scare me, then all she would have seen through the ghost was the kitchen. And that was the only room being affected by whatever was happening right now. Suddenly that ghostly figure appeared in front of me again and I jumped as he appeared out of nowhere. “Hello Princess. So good to see you again.” He said. “Get the hell out of my house.” I said.

Just when Caspian was about to attack again, the vortex suddenly sank, and a bony ghost claw appeared. The ghost claw looked like dead wood, but it was as big as a door panel, and its nails were like blades. The sight of it was enough to make anyone have nightmares for the whole year. "Magic!" Caspian was shocked, and he quickly looked at the girl with the neat fringe standing beside Harper. At that time, her long black hair flew upward like a peacock spreading its feathers, two lines of bloody tears streamed down her cheeks, and she emitted an extremely eerie aura.

he says, spreading his arms as if daring me to strike. And for a moment, I consider it. “I have to say,” Ghost drawls, his voice laced with mockery as he steps closer, “beautiful picture in the news today. Your little friend—does she know the truth about you, Prince?” He takes a step closer, his grin feral, and I shove him back hard. “Back the fuck up!” I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut through the humid air. His smirk widens, a deranged glint in his eye. “Why? Will you hit me, Princess?” His tone is syrupy and mocking, each word dripping with condescension.