Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."

"He’s playing delivery boy at the East Pier. Signing manifests like he actually knows how to read. He’s getting cocky, moving weight that’s begging for a pair of cuffs." "He’s a distraction," Sophia muttered, circling a coordinate. "What about Valentina?" "The Queen is hiding behind her encryption," Hugo replied. "She thinks she’s a ghost. She thinks she’s untouchable because she’s got a keyboard." "Ghosts are easy," Dominic’s voice was a low, lethal crawl. "You just have to find where they’re buried. Is the money moving?" Lina tapped a red circle on the map. "Every midnight. Same route. The cash is flooding her offshore accounts. She’s getting fat on it while the street bosses starve."

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

Her boots echoed in the cavernous space as she stepped onto the cold cement floor. A mechanical hum started. Lights flickered on. Dozens of masked men emerged from the shadows. Silent. Armed. And then— Ghost. He wore a sleek matte-black helmet, no features, voice warped by a modulator. “You came,” Ghost said. “I don’t break promises,” Juliette replied, chin high. He stepped closer. “And yet, you’ve broken everything else. The empire. The legacy. Damon’s illusions.” She didn’t flinch. “Where’s the boy?”

log My hand shook as I opened it. Lena Lynx Grey. Known Aliases: BlackBird. Raven queen. Hex. STATUS: ACTIVE. WANTED. Bounties placed: Ghost Clan (Data Breach, 3.4M BTC) Kurokage Network (Code Theft) Unidentified Buyer (Assassination Contract - Failed). I choked on a breath. I wasn't just someone who hacked to survive. According to this, I was a phantom. A legend. A threat.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.