Hollow Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

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.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

[Feral Ghost- Elite rank] Level 21 EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-390 STR-130 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Unique) Stealth(Disaster) Dark Vision(R) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Shadow Blades(Elite)] Ten minutes later, I find myself standing in a vast cavern. There are even more tunnels leading elsewhere. The area is so large that a few hundred people should be able to commute here in no time.

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

He lifted up his black machete and strode towards Nathan. Ghost had a muscular physique and walked in broad steps. Additionally, he was a trained ancient warrior. Each of his firm steps seemed to tremble the earth underneath the soles of his feet. Ghost was able to intimidate everyone with just his unique presence alone. Gasper and Nuella shared a wary glance. They knew that the Ghost was not someone to be taken lightly. Even Hilda could sense Ghost's terrifying aura. Nathan was the exception of the group. He had a calm mask over his features. It looked like he wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by the Ghost's aura.

I was beyond furious that he had kept this from us all this time because I knew now that the faceless men in my dreams were Royal Guards. “They’ll kill you! You’ll never get close enough to kill him,” Ryder said in a low tone. “You don’t know half of what I can do.” I hadn’t earned the name Ghost because I was a good hunter. I earned it because I was the best. I could move so quietly that even Milo didn’t hear me and his hearing was better than mine. I didn’t feel pain and I healed faster than any species in existence. Ghost wasn’t just a myth, it was who I became.