Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

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.

She is not even close to her co-workers but she feels that they are adjusting to being with her so that is okay for her. When the afternoon came, they also closed. "Zera, is there something like this in the back of your apartment? I'm sorry, we need it because my son have a deceased from a ghost," said a lady who was their colleague at work. "Decease?" She asked. The lady look confuse but later found out why Zera didn't know this. "He bumped into a ghost or he hurt the thing that cannot be seen by ordinary person, so my son have many allergies," he said. Zera swallowed because of that.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Before anyone could react, she turned swiftly and *plunged* it into the chest of one of the Knights. Gasps filled the room. The Knight jerked, his breath hitching in a strangled sound—a hiccup, almost human—before his form crumbled into wisps of smoke, vanishing as if he had never existed at all. A stunned silence stretched between us, the weight of the Widow’s words pressing against my ribs heavily. Petra’s jaw clenched, her lips pressing into a thin line. “No wonder we couldn’t find his name in the *Tome of Deeds*,” she muttered.

My heart had pounded with every step past those guards in polished armor. And then I saw him. Newly knighted, seventeen, his sword still too big for his frame. But he stood like he was carved from something ancient, eyes already too sharp, too quiet. Not yet the Commander. Not yet feared. Just a boy trying not to look like he was still grieving. He’d nodded at my mother. She nodded back, without breaking stride. Later that evening, I asked who he was. “Gideon Malik,” My mother said, grinding dried bellroot into a vial. “Of Blackthorn Hall.” She didn’t look up when she said it, but I remember the way her hands slowed for just a second.

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

“You see, he’s much closer to you than you can ever think. Just right under your nose.” “Is it you?” I don’t know where that notion came from. He’s nothing that feels like my phantom. He doesn’t sound anything like him. Not even the same presence. “How naïve.” He chuckled, his knuckles running in a ghostly touch at the length of my arm, extending all the way up to my neck. “What do you want?” I shivered in fright, increasingly becoming more aware of where his knuckles were going. I wanted to run, run so far away from here, but I knew he could easily catch me.