Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

I looked at my mother and father and they were just as surprised as I was. Without saying a word, the knight threw his spear at General Makoto. It hit him directly on the chest. General Makoto wasn’t able to say anything. He just dropped down on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding him. General Takashi took a step back. He looked at his dead brother and then back at the knight. “Who the hell are you?” He asked once more. The knight was still silent. Every step the knight took, the general took a step back. The knight picked up his spear that was still stuck to the General’s chest.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

With that reaction, I stood in front of her, gazing at the floor, wandering what is happening. I slowly lift my eyes to look at her. My jaw dropped a little loose. "W-What is wrong? " She is not looking me in a way that she always do. Her eyes are emotionless and she is not looking at me directly. Her head looks in another way, avoiding any interaction with mine. "Please take a seat, Knight." I immediately fall down...she just called me by my name–knight. There must be something...something that is obviously not good.

Cassidy said, “The possibility of opening portals here is in the back of the minds of some of the guards closest to the Red Queen. They are thinking about the ways they can get her out if necessary. They know there’s a possibility we’ve deciphered the emails we found, but they don’t know for sure. The head of her defenses is a tall Vampire with glasses and a jagged scar on his face. They call him Komandir Chepin, but that’s not his real name. He’s… not nice.” “Then get out of there before he realizes you’re poking around in his head and decides to keep you for a while!” Brandon shouted at her. “He doesn’t know I’m here. None of them do. I’m probing the guards, not him. Or her. There’s someth

I let a drop of blood fall on the mountaintop, and the infant spirits formed a line behind me. I gave the signal. "Tonight, we throw down with the enemies invading our turf!" The infant spirits buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. The Haunts had not shown up yet, but the wind was already messing with the folks on the street. One gust and poof! Their bones turned to dust. All that was left was a hollow shell with eyes wide open as they collapsed to the ground. More onlookers came, and the wind took them too. This time, not even the bone was left.

Some threats announced themselves with noise. Others arrived quietly—like breath against the back of your neck, like a memory that didn’t belong to you, like a name you hadn’t spoken in years suddenly resurfacing without explanation. Alexander Knight didn’t believe in ghosts. But that morning, he felt haunted. __________ Knight Enterprises — Pre-Dawn The city was still dark when Alex arrived at the office. The elevator ride up felt longer than usual, the hum of machinery echoing louder in the enclosed space. His reflection stared back at him from the polished steel walls—sharp suit, composed posture, eyes darker than they’d been a week ago.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

The knights arrived to see half of the soldiers were already dead and had no supplies or weapons for them to use in their attack on the Silverhand. The knights attempted to defend the fortress for a few more days. Still, the outcome remained consistent: Abigail's forces seemed to appear within their defenses, catching them off guard. They eliminated the knights with traps, arrows, and spears in the darkness. This extraordinary feat brought Abigail's surname, Silverhand, to fitting prominence. Her enemies likened her forces to ghosts, able to phase through any surface and instill fear in anyone they encountered. The complexity of her attacks astonished the Kingdom's knights, as they did not e

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.