Black Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Nothing will get in without them knowing it. “Ghosts have been getting in without the patrols knowing. Controlled by the black witch.” I said. “Well, ghosts can’t hurt you.” He said. And I pulled down the front of my shirt. “This one can.” I said. And he looked at the burn mark on my chest. His eyes practically bugged out of his head. “Alright. You’re staying by my side tonight. If you hear anything in the night then you wake me up. Even if I don’t hear it.” He said. And I nodded my head.

The royal family has the excess to order royal knights but in the case of Black knighthood it is different. On the other hand Black knight operates under me , taking only orders from me. It was a good decision to make Loren their commander. " You two stop here," I said and walked inside the lower dungeon of oubliettes. My footsteps made the thudding sound enough to alert that unconscious woman. " Why are you here? Don't feel satisfied after killing your husband?" Irritated voice of that woman screeched in that cold damp dungeon. It made my heart quench in hatred, clenching my fists as I walked on top of Scarlett's Trapdoor of Oubliette.

I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne. Walk up three steps and twirled around, hitting my cape for a climatic effect as I sat down, crossing a leg over the other. Bastion appears on my side. The look on the three princes' faces as my Phantom Knights and other servants surrounded them. They have never seen humanoid animals and monsters living in the castle as my servants. They feel uncomfortable and threatened by how they could be easily killed on my orders. The princes had also never seen Bastian, a ghoul with gray-blue skin and bright white eyes, stand next to me as ghouls are considered flesh-eating monsters who can take on the form of the person they ate.

tanong niya na may halong pagkalito. I smiled at him and simply replied, “buy the blessed weapon.” If I remember it right, the woman who was selling the blessed weapon mention 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 to black magicians. Malaki ang pera na dinala ko dahil I really thought that those dairy pages would be so expensive. Dahil yung ang alam ko kapag sinabing bibili ka sa black market ng mga bagay, in earth million-million ang mga presyo!

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

Good thing she was fast. And those black spikes, it was all part of her other warrior outlook. It was a black diamond armour, and a spirit she was beginning to get accustomed to, one only the blood Queen may have seen her wear. Beneath the blood sea, they had a name for this. And it was called… “The black knight,” Vivian said after looking at the spike. “That’s what attacked.” She looked up at Susan, but Susan displayed no emotions. Dena nodded. “We’re all doomed, then.”

I am standing my ground, and I am waiting for the beast to show his true face. Idris Blackthorne thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks his legacy is untouchable. He thinks I am a ghost he can capture in a jar. He has no idea what happens when a ghost decides to haunt the living. I turn off the lights, the room plunging into absolute darkness. I don't need the light to see. My senses are sharp, my mind is clear, and my heart is cold. The war for the Bloodmoon Pack has just begun, and I am going to make sure that when it ends, the Blackthorne name is nothing more than a curse that mothers use to scare their pups.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.

The sands of Marrakesh were warm, but the fire in Grace’s chest burned hotter. She stood before a digital map projected onto Cassian Black’s grimy warehouse wall, watching the red dots blink one by one. Each dot represented a Ghost Protocol server. Each dot meant another stolen life. Cassian, chewing a piece of dried fruit, pointed to a red pulsing one in Prague. “That’s your target,” he said. “The Black Vault.” Grace narrowed her eyes. “Why’s it blinking?”