Ghost Knight Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

“You heard me.” I blinked. “The fuck I am.” “You will,” he said, tone flat. “Or Ghost drags your ass back to the strip club .” “You have arms. Use them.” He exhaled through his nose. Slow. “I don’t need my arms, ragazza. I need obedience.” My skin prickled. Ghost wasn’t here. He’d left hours ago to go get Pietro. The hacker. The weird one. The one who kept giving me looks like he wanted to bite me and cry about it after.

But we didn't hear her say that hehe. Natpok startled. He was horrified as he watched the skeleton ghost warriors eat the souls of his disciples. "Retreat! Retreat!" Natpok shouted at the top of his lungs. Natpok turned his back on the fight. He knew he could do nothing against the skeleton ghost warriors, who were intangible. Unexpectedly, a Skeleton ghost warrior who went astray with a more stupid face than the others, suddenly appeared in front of him. They stared at each other face to face, he could no longer move due to the shock that stopped his breathing. Natpok didn't notice that the stupid-looking skeleton ghost had touched him, he immediately fainted due to the separation of his so

I walked past a gauntlet that crackled with electricity. Then, I stopped. In the back of the room, almost hidden behind a display of ceremonial daggers, was a simple, vertical case. Inside was a sword. It wasn't gold. It wasn't diamond. It was made of a pale, translucent metal that looked like frozen smoke. The hilt was wrapped in gray leather, worn smooth by use. It didn't hum. It didn't glow. It just sat there, looking dangerously quiet. "Ah," Kaelen said, coming up beside me. "The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium."

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

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.”