Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

Knox is the first to appear, his eyes going wide the second he takes in the scene, me, sitting calmly on what’s left of Ghost’s bike, chocolate smeared on my fingers and a hammer lying beside the wreckage like the aftermath of a crime scene. And then Ghost appears. He stops dead, his eyes locking onto the shredded seat, the slashed tires, the ruined paint, the crushed tank. His jaw drops just slightly, like his brain is still catching up to what his eyes are telling him. “What the fuck…” he breathes. His voice is barely more than a whisper as he takes another slow step forward. “What the fuck have you done?” Oh, now he’s hurt? Good. “Vesper!” he snaps, his voice louder now, sharp with disbel

Alexander stopped. The man slowly turned his chair. Emily felt her breath catch. Because the face in front of them matched the photograph she had seen earlier. Edward Knight. Older. But unmistakable. Ryan whispered softly. “Well…” “I guess the ghost is real.” Edward Knight looked directly at Alexander. A faint smile appeared on his face. “You’ve grown.” Alexander’s voice remained steady. “You disappeared.” Edward nodded slightly. “Yes.” Emily stepped closer. “You’ve been here the entire time.” Edward Knight looked around the underground room.

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

The pain was excruciating and made it too hard for either of us to focus enough so that we could mindlink for help. Two white wolves with black markings found us not much later. They were mirrored images except for the fact that Ghost had a black crescent moon on his chest while Knight had a black full moon with white markings on the inside of it on his chest. The twin wolves went behind a couple of trees that had clothes in them and the twins came back out wearing shorts. Grant held a shirt for me to wear when I shifted. They turned their backs so that I could have privacy while putting the shirt on.

he smiled and looked at Eli, who still didn’t react. “Even if you change your clothes or your identity, or hide under a different name, you can’t change the fact that you are a Knight, the eldest child of Mi’lady Scarlett Knight.” Eli was even more stunned when he heard his mother’s name. “You won’t stay here forever…” Eli quietly returned to his room and noticed that his girlfriend was already asleep, so he sighed and took his wallet from the bottom of his drawer, where he kept his credit cards and a picture of his family.

They had the split-second warning from their mentor to duck, in which all three Knights dove for the ground, Sophia taking Anouk with her, positive he couldn’t react as fast as they could before a giant sword flew over the place where their necks would have been and slammed into a tree. Another rogue Knight appeared, standing on the sword, critiquing the group of Knights on the ground in front of him. The lower half of his face was covered with a cloth mask and he wore camouflage armbands, striped pants, and no shirt. The strappings of his sword’s sheath formed an ‘X’ on his chest. “Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of th

“ I don’t know “ she says. “ What do you mean you don’t know” he asks. “ I don't think anybody who drinks that chemical can survive it” she says. Patrick gasp “ Oh! Oh my God! Roland was my only hope that I got married to you, I have achieved anything from you except that boy who is a gift between us and now he is gone” Patrick says. “ The doctor didn't confirm him dead, doctor only said he is unconscious and stop saying nonsense” she shouts at him.

Anyone would agree, she certainly had an enticing figure. As for the knights, they seemed quite stern and unconcerned. Their faces were hidden behind golden armets. A knight behind the commanding knight approached her. He grasped onto the back of her head and exposed Leila’s face. It once again fired up the crowd. “Purple eyes! No dragon has those eyes!” “Burn her! Kill her!” “She’s a bad omen!” The knight was dragging her towards the commander. Her heart sank. There was nowhere to run now. The knight’s grip was so powerful that she could barely move. She had a terrible feeling that they would certainly kill her. Her aunts and her cousins has disappeared from view. They must have hidden amon

Black as midnight. A phantom.