Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

* The black cloud finally arrived over the palace spires, and as it parted, hundreds—then thousands—of shifting, translucent shapes began to descend into the courtyard. They were not living, breathing shadow beasts. They were not soldiers of the Moon Guard, nor were they physical dragons. They were ghosts. They were the spectral, weeping remnants of ancient dragon spirits—their colossal forms hollowed out, their scales made of pure, roiling silver-gray smoke, and their eyes glowing with a twisted, crimson madness. Eryx unleashed a deafening roar of pure fury. *"Impossible! The elder councils buried them beneath the crust centuries ago!"* Morwen’s face turned completely pale, her wooden staff

Echo, Knox, and Blaze rush in, separating them by sheer force. “Enough!” Echo barks, dragging Bone back by the collar. Knox plants himself between them, pushing Ghost toward the other side. “You wanna explain this bullshit?” Knox growls, his voice tight with frustration. Ghost wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, still grinning. “Just letting Bone know she’s free. And if she’s free, I’m fucking her all night long.” Bone snarls, fighting against Echo’s grip. “Over my dead body, you are.”

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

The pain was excruciating and made it too hard for either of us to focus enough so that we could mindlink for help. Two white wolves with black markings found us not much later. They were mirrored images except for the fact that Ghost had a black crescent moon on his chest while Knight had a black full moon with white markings on the inside of it on his chest. The twin wolves went behind a couple of trees that had clothes in them and the twins came back out wearing shorts. Grant held a shirt for me to wear when I shifted. They turned their backs so that I could have privacy while putting the shirt on.

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares! "Have you ever seen a ghost rat or ghost - any - other - animal at all?" "No" "Oh, maybe it's at the brink of death or lost its way or ... or something." She was indirectly demanding an explanation. "Could be." Heart squasher! "Nicholas, have you ever seen any other ghost?" Geneva was suddenly curious. "No" "Because you're not completely dead?" she prying further but left it at that when he shrugged. Geneva loosened her fierce grip on his arm and picked up the rat that didn't even squirm.

A slow, dark, and deeply knowing smile tugged at the corner of Damien's mouth. Elias felt the room spin. The shock was a physical blow, a volatile rush of adrenaline that turned his stomach hollow. The stranger in the dark—the ghost he had surrendered his dignity to, the man he had begged to fill him until he saw stars—was the very predator his father had ordered him to ruin. The natural enemy of his dynasty was the person who held the brands currently throbbing on his skin. "Blackwood," Victor Hawthorne hissed, his jaw clenching as he stood up, his presence radiating an immediate, aggressive hostility. "You're entirely out of your jurisdiction. This is a closed signing sequence. Your asset