Ghost Kingdom Novels & Stories

"You lied to me all these years; you made me believe The Blood Moon Pack destroyed my family and my pack, but you lied, the vampire did." "They died ten years ago; get over yourself, child," he hissed at me. It sounded more like a sound a snake would make. "Go to hell!" I screamed back at him. "I have already been there" he says. Number One chuckled. "I go by many names." The Ghost began, "Some call me The Ghost; others call me the Prince of Doom, the Ruler of the Undead," he says as he lets his cloak fall to the ground. "But I am popularly known as the Vampire Prince.

The ghost kept floating taking them to the deepest part of the woods, they got to a place which was very dark, the temperature around it was cold, really cold. Catrina got down from Terrick's back when the alpha stopped walking. It front of them stood a huge black door with red knob. The ghost girl when through the door with no need for it to open, Terrick shift to his human form, his hand stretch to touch the knob but it burned him. "Looks like the rumors are true, a living person can't open the gate of Hades." He step back for Catrina to move forward, the human stretch her hand to the doorknob taking a deep breath she twist and the door open.

"King Albert" A ghoul, a malevolent creature known for desecrating graves and consuming the deceased, is one of my most loyal servants. This creature is a pure-blooded vampire. He kneels before me, and I find myself curious about his intentions. I take a sip of my wine and inquire, "What is it that you seek, ghoul?" "Your blessing, Your Highness," he replies. "I wish to join the vampires in their quest to locate your illegitimate son, in hopes of receiving power from you."

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

I looked through the window of his eyes, wondering what was wrong. “Ghouls!” Came the sturdy voice of Kir. “They are here and in large numbers. I can smell them!” He explained, and every atom of peace left me. Ghouls were bad news, and Ithra lay asleep on Kir’s back, totally undisturbed. They were dead spirits that escaped the underworld, roaming through the dark forest and sniffling souls from every living thing they sensed. Thankfully, as a werewolf, we learned to mask our scent using the earth, and Kir was ready to do that. Except that Ithra was still asleep and in harm's way.

In the vast perimeter of every part of the magic realm, 200 thousands armies of undead scattered everywhere, spreading terror to everyone. Above all else, they should fear the undead, who were possessed by an evil, vengeful spirit. Even the Goblin Lord Hammond cowers in fear and leaves the war without notifying Samael, then runs towards his secret passage that leads to a safe cave together with the other goblins. The Goblin Lord senses the threat of death, so he leaves in the middle of the war and hides.

Who was he, King Solomon of old? I didn’t doubt the Blotters, but I was getting to think that whatever was in the basement couldn’t be a demon. I mean, not a demon-demon, hooves, horns and a pretty condo waiting in hell. My money was on something down the food chain. Ghost hunters like to investigate places marked by tragedy, like old prisons and abandoned asylums, where negative emotions had left an indelible residual imprint on the buildings themselves. That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh.

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.

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

Countless black streams of malevolent energy hung down, and the ground below those streams caved in. Under Horra's deft control, countless ghosts wearing black armor marched out of the Thousand-Soul Flag. There were regular ghosts, ghosts of generals, and skeletons. Those entities possessed an incredibly strong negative energy that made them as strong as a level nine supreme paragon. The aura they had was far stronger than that of Tomos and Sachin. After Horra summoned his minions from the flag, he waved his hands and commanded, "After him!" The apparitions roared in delight at the delicious feast of practitioners and rushed manically toward Severin.