Ghost Knight Novels & Stories

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Melina was dazzled by his muscles, he had changed a lot, back the he was the plainest of them all, he wore shaggy un ironed clothes, he never cared about his looks, but now he wore a signed leather jacket, Melina wondered. She drilled for him, she felt like a loser choosing Owino over him. She gashed in front and asked in fury, Melina was not good at surprises. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she dumped her messenger bag on the couch and threw off her scurf. She wanted him to notice her designer jacket as well. “Aha!” Leon acted cool. “I see you still hate surprises.” Leon teased her “Come on guys, I missed you t….” he pouted as he pranced to them and wrapped his hands around his

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

)] [Level: 3 (76 XP left to lv4)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)] [Life points: 3 (20) / ∞] [Mana points: 38 (30)] [Attack: 8 (10) / (N/A)] [Defense: 8 (10) / ∞] [Dextery: 11,2 (14) / (N/A)] [Agility: 4 (5) / (N/A)] [Inteligence: 8,8 (11) / (N/A)] [Spiritual Force: 54]

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

Damon sighed, polishing off his Manhattan in a single gulp. Ghost shimmered into existence and pulled out the chair beside Damon. He sat down and ran a hand over his buzzed head. He wore a plain leather jacket—one less flashy than Knight’s—and a pair of dark wash jeans. As usual, his eyes and cold expression gave nothing away. “He can’t seem to help it. I think he’s trying to compensate for something.” Knight snickered and leaned back in his chair even further. He spread his legs and gave Ghost a mocking smile. “I have nothing to compensate for. Feel free to check if you’d like. I bite, but I happen to know you like that kinky shit.”

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.