Hollow Knight Quirrel X Ghost Novels & Stories

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

Those ghostly eyes glittered as they stared at her coldly. She backed away in fear and her scalp tingled. Had she run into a ghost? “You... Don’t come near me. Are you a human or a ghost?” She retreated to the side of the desk with no other way out. Quinn Newton stared at her fixedly, his thin figure still approaching her. He did not stop until he was one step away from her.

she chuckled at her joke. “Earth and wind could make a tornado,” she knew that wind was my strongest ability, so all of her examples included my wind ability. “What is it going to be like?” I blurted out my question to her, “The battle when Hermes opens the portal that could let the angels and demons loose… what will it be like?” Kora took one of the red roses and plucked it, holding it in her palm, the rose slowly melted and began dripping between her fingers, looking like blood. I nodded my head in understanding.

She remained on her knees as their howling calls rang out around her, as they rode round and round her on their skeletal horses. It felt so wrong, the Wild Hunt had no business in Faerie. Their commander stopped his horse in front of her, leaped down and came towards her. She couldn't see his face beneath that hat but she felt the familiarity of his energy and she knew it was the same Ghost rider she had been speaking to before now. "What is the meaning of this?" She gritted out, strengthening her voice to hide any trace of fear. "It is time Shinay." He said; that cursed, wretched title.

“If this is about Mira No. Mira remembered. But only pieces. You bring shape to her echo. She was not the first. You are not the last. Kaima reached out. The ghost stepped forward. And then it opened the core beneath them. The floor dissolved into translucent light, revealing a chamber far below a vault of memory. Hundreds of suspended glyphs hovered in midair runic systems older than any Pact, some formed from pure tone, others from physical motion, and one that shifted shape as it was observed. Ari whispered, “This isn’t from our world.” Kaima pointed downward. The ghost guided them both. The Hollow is not a place. It is a memory. A resonance discarded by early shapers. Too unpredictable.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

Elior stopped, his heart pounding. Rael staggered, gripping his head. “I know this voice.” Elior turned sharply. “What?” Rael’s breath was ragged. “I heard it when I wore the Crown.” The realization sent a jolt through Elior’s chest. The Hollow Crown had spoken to Rael in its own way, twisting him, pulling him deeper into its grasp. A low growl echoed through the pass. Elior’s blade was in his hand before he even saw the movement. Shadows peeled away from the walls, forming into figures, warriors clad in spectral armor, their faces hidden behind rusted helms. They carried weapons black as night, their edges flickering like dying embers.

Ghost said beside Hacker, they are both running on the treadmill, "Why the change of mind?" Hacker asked, "Nothing, just tell me if you are not interested, I can't blame you since you get new friend now" Ghost said annoyingly, "Well, I like it, at least, she doesn't think I am a kid," Hacker said, "Whatever." Ghost and left to another angle of the training hall. "Hey," Butcher said with a smile, standing beside Mauler as she put on her training gear. "What do you want?" Mauler asked gruffly, not looking at him.

I moved in the center, my hands radiating a light so intense that any Hollowed that touched me was instantly purified, their souls released in a burst of white steam. We reached the Silas-Wraith at the midpoint of the bridge. The wraith laughed, swinging his hammer. The blow was so powerful it cracked the massive bone beneath our feet. Kaelen parried with his glass blade, the impact sending sparks of violet and silver flying into the air. "You were always a disappointment, Kaelen!" the Silas-Wraith roared, his voice layered with the High Queen’s malice. "A mate to a mongrel! A king of rogues!"

So I let Trisha know, so she would let Isaac know, so Isaac would let Brandon know and he would do whatever he wanted with it. Brett would call once a week, and his updates kept getting better and better: no new scuffles, Kujo was healthier and stronger than ever, Gina and the children were happy to have been left alone at last, and nobody suspected the male spirit cussing and threatening night visitors in the Rockwell Tunnels wasn’t the infamous Skippy. Quaker Hall was active as hell, and the haunting there was getting more aggressive by the week. Like the dark entities were pissed off about something.