Hollow Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

“Am I? Then why am I the one calling you?” Silence. Adrian clenched his jaw. “Who did I just kill?” “A doppelganger,” Ghost said smoothly. “A little distraction. I knew you would come for Selene’s father. I knew you would come for me. So, I sent someone in my place.” Adrian’s hand tightened into a fist. He had been tricked. “Where are you?” he asked, voice calm but deadly. Ghost chuckled. “Now, now, Adrian. If I wanted you to find me, you would have by now.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Pulling the reins, we galloped through the valleys and rocky roads. As we got deeper into the valleys, the screaming sounds of dead souls increased. Not to mention some where dead souls of Knights and horses who started chasing her are from back. " They are larger in number. I can't waste my mana on them because more danger is yet to arrive," Martina informed as she increased her speed. " Leave it to us," Xavier and I unsheathed our swords and continuously slashed off the approaching ghosts. It was strange because the ghosts were said to have no bodies.

Then—a low, dry voice echoed from the shadows. “You look older.” Liam’s hand went to his sidearm. “That’s rich coming from a ghost.” A man emerged from the shadows behind the altar. Gaunt. Pale. Wrapped in layers of torn clothing and an old military coat, his face mostly hidden beneath a hood. His eyes—icy blue—gleamed with feral intelligence. “You brought company,” Ghost said, stepping forward slowly. “That’s new. I thought you preferred to work alone. Or are you finally in over your head?”

asked the forest ghost. Leon slashed his sword once again at the ghost, but his sword pierced the body just like that. Leon forgot; this is the kind that cannot be cut by a weapon because its body is translucent. The sound of giggling began to be heard again echoing throughout the forest, making Leon's head dizzy. Leon couldn't remember what weakness he created for this creature. And if he could remember it, couldn't Boston Hopkins mess it up with a lethal modification? Leon closed his ears in thought, while the ghost got closer and closer. “I want your body, Leon. Let me possess you," she said again.