Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

I wouldn’t let myself be distracted by it and stayed focused. A few more moments passed. A sudden rustling came from my right, and I stood up quickly. Something moved again! What’s that sound? A loud, muffled thud came from underneath me, causing me to tense up slightly. Is that… the Echo Wraith? Or another spirit? Before I could react, a black shadow stepped into view. I blinked to adjust to the dim lighting, and a sharp pain stabbed my chest. I staggered backward, clutching my heart as I gasped for breath. A dark figure approached me swiftly. It stopped and stared at me with empty yellow eyes, its body seemingly engulfed in a black, cloudlike substance. Its entire form radiated a sinister

She searched around for any possible object to hurl at the figure if possible. The figure raised its head to reveal the fresh blood running down from its pitch black eyes.. Now she got a clearer vision of what the supposed ghost looked like.. It looked nothing like Anita except for the black hair which was curly and and out of place, there was a patch of blood on the left side of its chest.. The eyes were pitch black as it gazed upon her with murderous intent.. "I told you that I was going to kill you tonight Rihanna!!..I will take you back with me" The eery and cracked up voice relayed, taking out that same knife from that night which had blood dripping from it..

But the same ghost hacker who does our numbers could help us find theirs, it took him way too long to find them, like I said they are smart, but we are smarter, and when I have something in mind I do reach it. Today out ghost hacker have found us a name, a name that’s all we needed, that’s was a lead, find where the money comes from and you’ll find who’s behind all of this, I don’t aim for the soldiers, I aim for the queen, I’m playing the long game here, and I do plan on winning no matter what. The name he gave us wasn’t a name of a local, someone out of town was responsible for this? It didn’t make much sense, but knowing whoever is behind this is trying his best to be away, to keep himsel

– the knight exclaimed joyfully. - Who? – William asked in bewilderment. - Knight! – the young man repeated. - Where do you see the knight? – Tristan muttered irritably. - Right in front of us! Don't you see him? – the man was sincerely surprised. All three froze in complete silence, trying to understand what was happening. “I think I understand...” William finally spoke, squinting. – This bloody light does not allow us to see the ghost. - Bloody? He's blue! – Felix was indignant. - What's wrong?

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

This option glowed brightest of all, which meant. "The Queen is winning," I whispered, breaking the spell with a wave of my hand. The flames died instantly. A soft knock stopped my thoughts. I quickly covered my ritual materials and opened the door with a flick of my hand. Prince Caius Blackthorne stood in the doorway, looking regal and scary in his vampire finery. One of his guards swayed slightly behind him—still affected by the drug meant to keep vampires weak. "The Black Moon Witch," he said with a slight bow. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He shrugged indifferently. I shook my head at Knight, unsure of his angle. “You’re looking for a good time though, and all Pamela is capable of providing is pain. Isn’t that right?” My eyes skewered hers, and from the twitch at the left corner of her lip, she was remembering our time together just as vividly. Her eyes flashed as they landed on Knight. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t heard any complaints.” Ghost cocked his head. He freshly buzzed his hair for tonight and it gave him a harsh, military look. “Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?”