King Leopold's Ghost Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Leopold asks the major. “There has been a very serious accusation against you, Commander Mortensen. I am afraid we have come here to arrest you,” the major says. “What?! This is outrageous! What am I accused of?” Leopold ask. “Attempted murder and treason,” Commander Wilson informs him, his face is expressionless as if he had just said what time it is. Abruptly, Jareth runs into the house and looks at his fellow Sharks confused. “Treason? Attempted murder? These accusations are absurd! Who is accusing me of this?” Leopold asks with a scowl on his face.

Outside the queen and others were fighting a losing battle, the spirits were overpowering them and were determined to leave the palace with what they came for. While Mapula, Thabiso and the chief priest were fighting to make sure that does not happen. Tokelo was bleeding all over from being beaten by things he could not see, he got so angry that the ghost in him woke up, but this time it was not the normal ghost of his grandfather that usually possess him but this time it was his father. Lerumo.

asked the forest ghost. Leon slashed his sword once again at the ghost, but his sword pierced the body just like that. Leon forgot; this is the kind that cannot be cut by a weapon because its body is translucent. The sound of giggling began to be heard again echoing throughout the forest, making Leon's head dizzy. Leon couldn't remember what weakness he created for this creature. And if he could remember it, couldn't Boston Hopkins mess it up with a lethal modification? Leon closed his ears in thought, while the ghost got closer and closer. “I want your body, Leon. Let me possess you," she said again.

Leo looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Sir, I will be leaving now. I was asked to accompany you till evening. And I already stayed here long enough." He informed them. "Are you scared of the ghost, Alfred?" Leo asked, scrunching his brows. "Oh no, sir. It is just my past working hour. I need to go home as well. And about the ghost, I am sure there isn't anything like that exists." He appraised his opinion on ghosts. "Is there something important about the palace we need to know? About any hidden door or something else?" Leo enquired.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Seeing Nicholas' gaze shift to the top of the counter, she leaned in to check. It was a rat. Its outline wasn't so solid and distinct and she could have sworn it was a ghost rat. Holding Nicholas' left arm, she eyed the rat and asked "Nicholas, is this what I think it is?" "It might be, depending on what you are thinking." Geneva was sure he was replying just for the sake of it. She pursed her lips and eyed him too. It definitely was a ghost rat. She had two ghosts in her house! One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares!

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

"That might be a good idea.... but what would be our pack after if we don't have any Alpha? We can't just pick out someone who's not the direct bloodline of the Origin." Iris clicked her tongue in frustration. "If only his eldest son is still alive, this won't happen to us!" My eyes squinted at Iris, surprised at her exclamation. "You mean, his son who died eighteen years ago? Landon of the Wolf Grave." "So you've heard of him," Iris responded. "My parents told me he was a good leader. But he was killed by a Phantom. After his death, Zymir changed and so did our pack."

I ask, not sure where would find horses in these woods. "Technically, we could. However, The King would definitely be coming this way to look for you." She says, knowing I'll put the pieces together. "Levi and Levin are on horses." I purse my limps and slump down on the cold stone floor. "Who's Levin?" Saki-Leigh questions, "Oh, one of my close friends. He's now second in command to the king." There was a silence and then a simple acknowledgment.