King Leopold's Ghost Novels & Stories

Humans and their weird phrases. Guardian Torus pivoted on her heels. "Very well then. Follow me. My leader is this way." What? Was this some kind of joke? What kind of reaction was that? I glared at his back. Prince Mitchalus was not going to like this one bit. He wanted things to be done one way: his way. It was unacceptable to have another person out him. Not to Sophia. He had an irritable soft spot for her. With the temper he has, it was safe to say, he would raise hell on this household if Sophia or King Marvelon found out this way. I would also face his wrath.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

She asked and Garcia nodded her head in understanding, “What would you like to add, Madeleine?” Madeleine pulled her hand in the front that she had been hiding behind her and I saw her holding that same book about the beasts and herbs found in the forest. “I was reading this book back in the room and I found this drawing of this weird creature in the book in a big cloak.” Garcia supplied, “Yes that is the Lich or the Najak that has Leo and a bunch of my people under his spell...” Leo suddenly added in an ashamed voice, “I don’t think I have even introduced myself yet but I am sorry for my earlier behavior. I was not being myself…”

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

"They built it to Quarantine the Truth. I am the version of you that realized that the only way to save the pack was to Delete the Pack. I didn't 'Lose' the war; I Finalized the Audit" Beside her, Leo was no longer a boy. He was a Flickering indigo-grey Ghost, his runes turning into a terminal, absolute black. He was kneeling at the base of the spindle, his small hands moving through the static as if he were trying to stop a global delete-command that he himself had authored.

Leo began. I eyed him sceptically. "You've mentioned that before." "Indeed, but there's more. Someone is controlling him," Leo continued, dropping a picture on my desk. It showed a shadowy figure draped in dark robes. "He is known as Ghost." Interest flared within me as I took up the image, scrutinizing the elusive figure. "Could this be the same man who visited Aurora's grave?" I pondered aloud. "The unique thing about this man is that he has no scent. I've spoken to people who've encountered him," Leo added.

“Prince Leopold, what are you saying? There’s nothing—” “Don’t lie to me!” Leopold snapped, cutting her off. “I see the way you two act around each other. It’s obvious.” Louis stepped forward, his usual playful demeanor gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Leopold, you’re wrong. Nothing is going on. We were just talking. No need to make it more than it is.” Leopold’s gaze flickered to Louis, his jaw clenched. “You’d say that, wouldn’t you?” His eyes snapped back to Lydia, and his voice turned cold. “I should’ve known. You’re not the woman I thought you were.”

He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. “Just a joke, Will. Just a joke. My, but she does have you by the balls.” Leopold laughed. Will ground his teeth but didn’t say anything, sitting down next to me instead. “Is everything all right?” he whispered in my ear. “Yes. Gwendolyn’s lovely. Leopold doesn’t deserve her,” I whispered back. He snorted. “Leopold doesn’t deserve a goldfish.” Leopold sat down next to her and immediately started getting handsy, trying to get her to put her hand down his pants under the table.

Suddenly, the tower door burst open. King Leopold stood there with six armed guards, his face twisted with rage. “So this is where the betrayal blooms,” he snarled, eyes moving between me, the Queen, and Prince Viktor. “All of you… together.” He stepped forward and grabbed me by the throat, slamming me against the stone wall. “You really thought you could play me?” he growled, ripping my robe open. His hand shoved between my legs, fingers pushing roughly into my pussy. “This cunt is mine. And tonight, I’m going to remind you who owns it.”

He had only one encounter with Dickypuss, but his presence seemed to irritate him greatly. “Mr. Leopold is allergic to cat hair.” I asked, and he replied with a brief shake. “So, what's wrong with Dicykpuss?” Leopold brought his face close to my ear. “Every time I hear his name come out of your mouth, it makes me want to do something forbidden.” I looked at Leopold questioningly, not understanding what he was saying. While he looked at me sharply and didn't blink. “Because I would like to eat your wet pussy. And my dick would like to destroy your tight pussy.” he growled in a husky tone that successfully made my heart stop beating.