Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Pulling the reins, we galloped through the valleys and rocky roads. As we got deeper into the valleys, the screaming sounds of dead souls increased. Not to mention some where dead souls of Knights and horses who started chasing her are from back. " They are larger in number. I can't waste my mana on them because more danger is yet to arrive," Martina informed as she increased her speed. " Leave it to us," Xavier and I unsheathed our swords and continuously slashed off the approaching ghosts. It was strange because the ghosts were said to have no bodies.

"Are you still awake, baby?" Knight softly uttered when he noticed Eleanor was still wide awake even though it was almost midnight. His own mind was also alert due to the multitude of thoughts occupying him. Eleanor looked at him. "I'm scared..." she whispered softly. Knight chuckled quietly, as their peacefully sleeping son was positioned between them. "Of ghosts? There's no—" "Of the dark auction," Eleanor cut off his joke. Knight sighed then. He knew. He was just trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

Cocking my head back, I take a moment to catch my breath as rain begins to fall from the sky. “Enough.” The Knight commander hisses, removing his armour. “This ends now, between us.” He roars as his long fingers grip his lance firmly. As I collapse to my knees, I watch as the remaining Rions gather their fallen Knights and remove their lifeless bodies from the circle. I painstakingly begin licking my wounds, attempting to heal myself as much as possible before my final battle. A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”

He was outnumbered, outmatched, but not out yet. He thought of Elaine. He thought of Emily. He thought of the baby — his granddaughter, tiny and fragile, a piece of light in the dark. Another Serpent went down. Ghost’s chest heaved, his blood hot in his throat, but still he stood. Still he fought. Until the surprise came. Kane moved fast, faster than his age should’ve allowed, his blade flashing in the shadows. Ghost turned too late. Fire ripped across his back, dropping him to his knees. His pistol skittered across the asphalt.

In the distance, he saw figures. They weren't drones. They were avatars. They were standing in a circle, frozen, flickering like ghosts. Ren walked toward them. His footsteps made no sound on the mirror floor. As he got closer, he recognized them. A Knight in silver armor, missing an arm. A Rogue in green leather, with no face. And a small, hooded figure sitting on the ground, hugging its knees. Ren’s breath hitched. He recognized the hooded figure's gamertag floating above its head.

With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer. "This is her. Look at her! Look at the woman you abandoned—my sister!" Liam's voice was an icy blade, sharp and cutting. He forced Grayson to stare at my frozen body, lying there, still and lifeless. Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't."

Oh shit… That’s when I remembered the story and I mentally facepalmed. If I say Alpha James then they’ll know it’s a Knight and they’ll know they can get to him. ”The alpha of The Celestial Pack says they’re waging a war on the Knights. Is it in relation to this war that you plan on using Malia?” Anything I said now would tie me to James, to being a Knight. We were so close to getting her and walking out of here, without there being any bloodshed.

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”