Hollow Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

Ruby. Zara’s throat tightened. The Hollow Queen’s specter stared at Maxim, a cruel tenderness in the tilt of her head. “Beast,” the shadow whispered. “You carry my fire still.” Maxim stiffened, claws sliding from his fingertips despite his iron will. “You’re dead,” he said, voice low and ragged. “Stay dead.” The apparition smiled. “Death is only a bargain unfulfilled.” The loyalists howled, their frenzy feeding the ghost. The spark-Ruby swelled, smoke thickening into muscle and bone. Zara felt the ground tremble beneath her boots. If the phantom crossed fully into flesh, the Hollow’s chaos would return.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

And then Luna was in control, stretching our white paws and testing our balance. Ghost appeared from where Kaelen had been standing. His white fur blended with the morning mist. He was smaller than Luna, but I could feel the predator underneath the innocent appearance. He circled us slowly. Luna watched him, her ears forward and alert. Then he attacked. Luna dodged without thinking. Ghost's teeth snapped on empty air. We spun and lunged back, catching his shoulder. He yelped and danced away. "Good," Kaelen's voice came through the pack link. "Again."

She wanted to wake him up and see those grey eyes look at her with that confusing gaze of suspicion and heat. But then, she remembered who she was. She was the Ghost. She had a bounty on her head in three territories. The Rakan Guild owned her blood debt. If she stayed... they would find her. And they would kill him just for standing next to her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking in the silence. She pulled away. Kornel grunted. His hand grasped at the empty space where she had been, seeking her warmth even in his sleep.

The window at the end of the hall was wide open, and a figure stood there—Camela’s outline, her hair fluttering in an unseen breeze. His heart soared with relief. “Camela!” He ran towards her with his claws stretched out. But when the figure turned its head, her face was not hers anymore; it was blank and pale, with ink streaming from the eyes. The ghost whispered. “She waits, but not in this body.” The figure grinned with an unnaturally wide smile. “Why didn’t you kill me?” it mocked him in her voice. Vincent lashed out, tearing it apart as ink splattered across the floor. The body crumpled into smoke.

Anyone who was skilled in Ghastly Thirteen Needles would have capitalized on it already. This technique was a money-maker. “I said that I was familiar with it, but I never said I could execute it.” Kaze listed a bunch of terms callously. “Hollow Lock, Hollow Manor, Hollow Keep, Hollow Passage, Hollow Echo, Hollow Assembly, Hollow Cush, Hollow Core, Hollow Heart, Hollow Gait, Hollow Missive, Hollow Refuge, Hollow Vault, and Hollow Shadow.”

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.