Ghost And Konig 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

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

Looking around, she saw three goons standing guard at different angles in the hexagon shaped room. “New game! Entry f*e is two hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Kimberly counted the equivalent amount worth of chips, and dropped it on the board, along side five other players. The rule of the game was simple. Each player was expected to roll two dice, while the player with the least outcome was eliminated from each round. The first player rolled a seven, followed by the second who rolled a four. Kimberly rolled next and got a nine, which meant she qualified for the next round.

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”

Painted. She was a spy from Demon Kingdom. And she just sent a message with a black raven: Ghost Dorm has 600. Castle is alive. King is A+ but stable. Come fast. END OF CHAPTER 19

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“And I’m going to keep to my side of the bargain. That’s why I called you.” “Don’t tell me you want my blood again,” Ghost grunted. “I’m not bringing any more werewolves back to life. My brother is enough trouble already.” “This one is coming to help us,” Calisté said trying to convince him. “Remember Tae Kong? The Beta who fought alongside your half brother, Dan at the battle front. This is his son, Jimin.” “Honestly Calisté, I don’t expect this from you,” Ghost grunted. “You’ve been around for the past hundred years just like me. Do you remember every single detail. Do you remember who and who is who’s son and daughter?”

The figure was tall and slender, wearing a hooded black robe with the hood covering its head, and it was looking down, with almost half of its face hidden by the hat. "Is it Sir North Ghost?" the wild ghost exclaimed excitedly. Nathan had already encountered a ghost lord, but he didn't know who this ghost lord was. He muttered, "Who is Sir North Ghost?" The wild ghost gave him a briefing, “Sir North Ghost is a first-class ghost under the direct command of the Ghost King. There are four Ghost Kings, but there are sixteen Ghost Dukes. The magical powers among the Ghost Dukes are also divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. Sir North Ghost is a first-class Ghost Duke. Some say that

He shrugged indifferently. I shook my head at Knight, unsure of his angle. “You’re looking for a good time though, and all Pamela is capable of providing is pain. Isn’t that right?” My eyes skewered hers, and from the twitch at the left corner of her lip, she was remembering our time together just as vividly. Her eyes flashed as they landed on Knight. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t heard any complaints.” Ghost cocked his head. He freshly buzzed his hair for tonight and it gave him a harsh, military look. “Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?”