King Leopold's Ghost Novels & Stories

"Good. Let them watch. I’m going in." The pack chapel was a skeleton of rotting timber and shattered stained glass. Dust motes swirled in the shafts of gray morning light. Leopold stood by the altar, his white suit a pristine lie against the decay. He didn't look like a killer. He looked like a saint. "You came. I knew the motherly instinct would override that new, fake spine you’ve grown." Leopold didn't turn around. He ran a finger over the cracked stone of the altar.

"The Blackwood Project was never about wolves. It was about making a body to hold the Void.. Your little boy? He is the body." The Shadows closed in on Leo. The library doors shut behind them. They were locked in with the ghost of a King and a truth that was scarier than the darkness outside.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He walked onto the stage and reached out, trying to shake my hand, pretending to be a magnanimous veteran. "Congratulations. Lucky race, kid." He spoke through clenched teeth in a low voice. I looked at his hand suspended in the air and didn't move. I walked straight past him to the host and took the microphone from his hand. Then I turned and aimed the microphone at the live broadcast cameras. "Today, I'm standing here not only because of luck." My voice passed through the massive speakers, spreading across the entire circuit and into the livestream. The whole place went quiet. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Leopold took off his jacket and scoffed, "Xandor, the so-called top dog of Verdura's criminal underworld, huh? I've been waiting for a chance to take him on. Today is my chance." "Boss, that's too risky!" Leopold's men warned. "Yes, boss. Let's wait for Mr. Snow. He can definitely take down Xandor," another chimed in. "I've already made my decision! Get out of my way!!" Leopold exclaimed with confidence. With that, he pushed his men aside. He grabbed a large knife and leaped into the battlefield. Then, he charged straight toward Xandor. At that moment, Leopold's own ferocity ignited. As his name suggested, he charged forward like a swift, lethal leopard. He closed in on Xandor quickly.

“Where are you Ghost? Come out if you are bold enough. Come out and face me you coward! The only reason you were able to kill me is because I dropped my powers a long time ago. I gave up everything for the woman I loved. I left you in peace to do what you wanted to do but you still had to come around and poke your old dirty head into our happy lives. And now you are hiding like the coward that you are. Come out if you have the balls and let us settle our beef like men. A good old fashioned fight and the winner takes all. The winner takes both the territory of the Lycans and the Werewolves! Come on let us do it here and now.” “Sounds exactly like what was used to deceive the Lycans a long tim

“I will kill you! I charge towards him but he is a ghost. A vision even. I mind-link my mom to get up here quickly. I turn seeing Kemira shaking and naked. I rip off my shirt throwing it around her. I unlock the door as I hear my mother close. “Oh calm down. My sweet Kemira would be so wet when I would whisper that I was fucking her with an audience. She even came once when I said I would share her.” Leopold stands as I dive for him again. My mother is in the room now “What is going on!” My mom yells all panicked. “Leopold how are you here. Tell me.” I yell at him. My mom looks around seeing nothing until she touches Kemira. Then she can see him. She begins to speak to the powers controlling

Right in front of one of the deadliest wolves in all the land. “Ten?” I asked, shocked at the amount. “Yes, ten,” Leopold replied rather smugly. “You are asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage, after all. And our packs aren’t exactly friends.” “Ten it is,” I said with a smile, extending my hand out ready to shake his. But he just stared at it. “I’m not done,” Leopold growled in annoyance. “My daughter is worth far more than ten shipments of weaponry.”

I birthed a King to give them freedom, and they’re using that freedom to build a ladder to his throat. "Mommy... Uncle Marek looks empty again," Leo whispered. His stuffy voice was small, but it carried the subsonic weight of a King watching his kingdom turn into a graveyard. He reached for my hand, his small fingers scorch-hot against my cold gold skin. "He’s crying inside. I can feel it." "I know, baby," I rasped, my voice a ruined vibration. "But the ghosts don't care about his tears." The silver chain at my hip suddenly detonated. Kael’s ghost-voice erupted from every speaker in the hall—no longer a digital rattle, but a visceral, digitized roar.

To think that my beast, Leopold knows about this ancient prophecy and he has chosen to keep it to himself is quite annoying, to say the least. I could remember vividly when Ameera’s father wanted me to bond with her. Before he died, he confided in me, telling me the reasons why he really wanted me to have her. But I didn’t pay much attention to him because I believe it’s all a silly myth that has made everyone to go insane. But today I watched Leopold speaking as he got possessed by an ancient spirit and right before my eyes he accepted Ameera as his mate and claimed that she was under his protection. He spoke in a foreign language that was supposed to be alien to me. But it wasn’t, and that