Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

I looked harder out the thick glass doors, peering through the rain. There was a faint silhouette of a little boy around eight running frantically around glancing up at the sky and into the shadows everywhere. I sprinted out the doors, the fat drops coming down on my uncovered head. “What’s wrong?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Sprinting around high in furious circles was a huge black shadow. Its deep red evil eyes shot through my soul and made me stagger back into the hard doors. It looked like a black ghost, but it had a ragged gray exterior that looked like pasty, dead skin covered in deep cuts.

"State your business." "I need a meeting with Ghost." "Who's asking?" "Elena Hart." A pause. The longest pause of my life. "The Hart girl." The voice almost sounded amused. "We've been expecting your call." "Then you know why I'm reaching out." "Mira Black." The voice didn't ask. It stated. "She's been a ghost longer than Ghost has. Hard to find. Harder to catch." "Can you help us?" "Ghost can help anyone. For a price."

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

I clicked it and the scene played; a man rushing into the bathroom, shooting the woman who'd been in there and writing those shitty words with her blood. The man's face didn't show but his build…it looked so familiar I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to. I rewatched the clip, again and again, hoping to find something and when I finally did, I paused it, my gaze settling on the man's neck. Right there, on the left was a tattoo. One I recognised a little too well. Two swords and a helmet in the middle with blood dripping from the eye part of the helmet— the Black Knights. Those disgusting motherfuckers.

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

I nodded before looking up at him. “I need to tell you something, something you need to know. Before I fainted yesterday, I just had a nightmare and ran out of my room because of fear and I just felt choked, I needed air. But on getting to the center of the palace I saw something that made me freeze on my spot. I thought it was a person but upon closer look it was a ghost. It had a ghostly figure and was covered in mist and shadows. I saw a ghost, Blake!” I explained to him, still heavy with confusion and dread in my heart.

With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer. "This is her. Look at her! Look at the woman you abandoned—my sister!" Liam's voice was an icy blade, sharp and cutting. He forced Grayson to stare at my frozen body, lying there, still and lifeless. Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't."

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!