Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

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.]

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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.

She is not even close to her co-workers but she feels that they are adjusting to being with her so that is okay for her. When the afternoon came, they also closed. "Zera, is there something like this in the back of your apartment? I'm sorry, we need it because my son have a deceased from a ghost," said a lady who was their colleague at work. "Decease?" She asked. The lady look confuse but later found out why Zera didn't know this. "He bumped into a ghost or he hurt the thing that cannot be seen by ordinary person, so my son have many allergies," he said. Zera swallowed because of that.

"It's been a while, but your temper is still terrible, Mr. Cumur!" Everyone turned to see the eerie sight of six black-clad figures shrouded in black smoke. "Black robes, black smoke… Are you the Ghostly Six?!" someone exclaimed in recognition. They were sextuplets who had cultivated in the dark arts. Now, their bodies were no more than phantoms, and they were said to be unbeatable! "I don't believe you were invited!" Zark growled coolly, while everyone else assumed combat stances, ready for a fight.

Upon Benjamin's command, a large and burly man with soulless eyes walked out. The man wielded a black machete in his grip. Ghost was engraved onto the blade. He had a terrifying and intimidating aura. The infamous Ghost was the final trump card up Benjamin's sleeve. Ghost rose to his full height and narrowed his eyes at Nathan menacingly. "Mr. Sanchez, what is your command?" He rumbled in a husky voice. "Since this b*stard refuses to give up, why don't you send him to hell!" Benjamin ordered as his eyes narrowed.

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.