Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

“Ple-ease, she’s just a little girl—” “She is your failure, and—mine.” He snapped. The room seemed to throb with shadows. Something more sinister than before stirred behind his cloak. It was neither a beast nor magic. It was him. A ghost. Once a brother to the King’s Court. Now, a phantom king of broken thrones and cursed souls. He inhaled deeply, the burn of rage simmering beneath his skin. “No more hounds. No more cursed beasts. No more hiding behind spells and pawns.”

he asked with a mixture of confusion. I smiled at him and simply replied, "buy the blessed weapon." If I remember it right, the woman who was selling the blessed weapon mentioned that it was very effective against Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It is the very enemy of a mid-tier necromancer, and still effective against black magicians. I brought a lot of money because I really thought that those dairy pages would be so expensive. Because what I know is that when you say you buy things on the black market, the prices are millions in the earth!

His action was futile. The ghost focused on Rian. Her black eyes burned with recognition. Her hatred intensified. "Traitor," the ghost hissed. Her voice tore at the edges of my sanity. "You killed me to save the world. You gave the Mate to the darkness." "She is not the darkness," Rian shouted. He was fighting psychological warfare. "She is the Anchor. She is the cure." The ghost laughed. The sound was dry. It was cold. She plunged her spectral hands into Rian's chest. She did not harm the flesh. She targeted his core.

The loft is open as a thick glass railing that goes to the average person's hips. Ghost looks like a king overlooking his kingdom as he sits on the three person black leather couch with a black metal table in front of him. I can already see the variety of drugs on the table. I see his strange glass bong like contraption that he heats up with a mini blow torch to smoke the dark crystals. There are humans drugs there as well. Clearly, he’s mixing the deathly concoction as he packs the drugs in mini plastic baggies that you would get something small like a ring. Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk.

He smiled a toothy grin before putting Bianca back down. "I'll rip that jerk's heart out for daring to touch mine, Love. And then... the ghosts." _ Ah-whooooo !!!! When it comes to them, that's when they show up! Bianca flinched slightly and tilted her head from side to side. "Excuse me, mon Coeur, but I'm not following you here," she said, completely lost. "I'm afraid of ghosts," Black replied solemnly. "Ghosts?" the young woman asked.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

In silence, I acknowledged the strange sensation. Before us stood Black, accompanied by two soldiers. His presence demanded attention, and he began his introduction with confidence. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Black Knight, the esteemed Head Knight of the King of the West," he declared, his posture exuding authority. Oddly enough, there was a distinct scent surrounding Black, reminiscent of pine trees and rain. It was a captivating aroma, though I knew it wasn't his natural fragrance since he hadn't emitted that scent during our encounter in the forest.

Madam Bones shouted, planting her feet firmly and launching a palm strike toward Sebastian, accompanied by a terrifying black mist. This palm strike was laden with corpse poison, and one hit would be fatal. However, Sebastian gave her no chance. As soon as she struck, he thrust the sword forward, piercing Ghost Shadow's chest. With a swift kick to the hilt, the sword drove through his chest, and blood sprayed out. Ghost Shadow screamed, and his body flung backward to the floor. Clutching his chest in agony, he knew the poison on his sword well. It would swiftly destroy his internal organs and vital points.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.

'Eth… Ethan…' Pete whispered, his voice thick with horror. Just then, Ethan pushed Sylvia away, his attention snapping toward Pete, who was still staring at the open doorway. Ethan’s gaze followed—and there, disappearing down the hall, was the achingly familiar bare back of the woman he had held all night. 'Belle?' Ethan whispered her name into the air, a sudden force seeming to punch the breath from his lungs, his heart thundering in his chest." ****💔😢****