Ghost With Crown Novels & Stories

The chamber echoed with the heavy slam of metal doors locking behind us. Cruz tightened his grip on our daughter, holding her so close I thought he might break in half if anyone tried to pull her away. Across the wide floor, Ghost stood still, surrounded by armed men. His voice cut through the silence, coldly. “You’ve come far, Cruz. Further than I expected.” “Cut the speeches,” Cruz growled, his jaw hard. “You want me? Here I am.” Ghost tilted his head slightly. “Bold. But I don’t just want you.” His masked face shifted toward the small bundle in Cruz’s arms. “I want her.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“Then dig deep, Crown. Because I’m not done haunting you.” A distant explosion shook the walls. Sirens rose, wailing through the Tower’s hollow bones. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 17 — Ghost No more hiding. The dead demand payment. And some legacies never die.

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

“The world will kneel, and she will stand beside me. Or it will burn.” The acolyte bowed deeply, terror and reverence warring in his posture. Gregory stepped over his father’s corpse without a backward glance, already feeling the crown settle upon his brow—blackened, blood-soaked, and irrevocable. The king was dead. And the darkness had claimed its throne.

Yet today, her heart raced with the anticipation of a new beginning. "Yes, sister," Elen responded, quickly weaving her hair into a braid. She adorned herself in a simple purple gown, the fabric whispering of her anticipation as she readied herself to celebrate the ascension of her beloved Prince Addison. Upon stepping outside her room, Elen's eyes fell upon Chiara, who was attired in a resplendent red gown adorned with glistening accessories. A pang of bitterness fluttered through Elen's heart as she beheld the stark contrast between their appearances. With their parents, they made their way to the carriage, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as they journeyed to the palace.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

Because neither of us knew if he was wrong. A woman near the back of the crowd suddenly screamed. Everyone turned sharply. A Hollow stood directly behind her. But instead of attacking. it held out a small silver crown in both hands. My blood went cold instantly. The crown looked ancient, twisted from dark metal and lined with glowing cracks identical to the ones spreading beneath my feet. The Hollow approached slowly before kneeling again. “It belongs to you,” it whispered. The villagers recoiled in terror. Kael looked genuinely alarmed now. “Don’t touch it,” he said immediately.

I gazed into the mirror at the face staring back at me, far too young to look this haunted. The icy grip of the lake water still scorched my lungs, a chilling reminder of my past. My fingers brushed against my ghostly pale cheeks as my teeth chattered uncontrollably. God gave me a second chance at life, and I was dead set on turning Sebastian Vitale's world upside down. "Principessa," came a soft tap on the door, the voice of our head maid.

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her