Ghost Kingdom Novels & Stories

There were several way to access hell. First is through a direct portal that was made millennia ago by none other than the first witch, my mother. Or the only other way was through consecrated ground. Every grave yard had a tomb or mausoleum that was the gateway to hell. It was done that way so that when a human soul passes on into the next life, their soul would either be collected by heaven, or else the portal would open delivering them into hell. I apparate to the site immediately, only to find the cloaked figure of Lysander already there.

The complete annihilation of the dangerous beasts in the Netherworld. Now, there are no longer any remaining celestial beasts in the Netherworld. They all died that night. The only remaining is ordinary beasts and also, the human error that causes a nightmare for years. The ghouls. These are monsters or undead that were created by the wizards. Their original purpose is necromancy, to revive the dead.

My father’s company, built on the backs of the poor, was now a literal ghost-trap designed to kill his own blood. "How do I get in?" I asked, the Lagos-grit hardening my gaze. "There’s a 'Backdoor' in the server room—the one your father used to hide his private ledgers from your mother," Kael said, stepping into the light. "But it’s guarded by the 'Echo-Saints'—Hegemony soldiers who have been infused with dead Alpha spirits. They don't bleed, Zora. And they don't miss." "I don't need them to bleed," I said, my silver wings flickering behind me for a split second, a ghost of the power I had unleashed in the sky. "I just need them to move."

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

The park keepers watched over them, keeping them safe and secure. The BloodMoon was a location for the mythology about vampires, making it the best place to get a glimpse at one. The DarkMoon was for the legend about werewolves, making it the absolute best place for ones to come face to face with the monsters. There was a teenage boy of mixed heritage named Malison. His mixed heritage made him unique in the myth and legends of the Mythic world. His bloodline was mixed with humans, werewolves and vampires, with his mother a vampire, and his father a Werewolf. He was never a pure human, but always a Werewolf, and as with mixed heritage, he was powerful enough.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

And it seemed like they succeeded in establishing contact with her. The black clouds soon shrouded the sky leaving almost no star for stargazing. It was midnight now. Not to mention spirits get active at night only. This is what most people believed. According to them, ghosts get active at night. However, the question was ~ Why? The reason is because of the change in the senses of the people. During the daytime, people remain preoccupied with their work, distractions, conversations, routines that they don't even notice subtle happenings.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~