Knight Ghost Novels & Stories

His gaze sharpened, and his deadly intent erupted. Fear gripped the audience as they took a step back from the stage. Even the knights who were part of Kriff's legion deserted the stage. Although Kriff was neither the most famous nor strongest knight in Vermillion City, he was the most feared. The term Ghost Knight was well-known in Vermillion City; thieves and criminals wouldn't know what had captured them until Kriff's ghastly face, which blazed in deep blue in the dark, was right on their faces. The knight now possessed a unique power that allowed him to temporarily pass through any obstacle without being obstructed. Such a power would render him impervious to all attacks for a brief peri

Now it is filled with hundreds upon trillions of dead and decaying monstrosities who form towering spires of bone and blood. They traveled deep into the hellish landscape for many hours and to their surprise, they never encountered a single entity to fight within the gate. Many hours passed as the group stumbled upon a throne in a plateau of bone and skulls and Beside the throne was a monstrous blade made of flesh, bone, and blood one of the Knights tried to grasp the handle when it growled violently as it nearly tore off the knight's hand. The retinue felt a terrifying presence behind them and to their surprise, Kent is still alive but something was deeply wrong.

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.

A sigh escaped my lips as I typed, deploring my feeble backbone. “Meet you out in five.” So I bundled up for the cold night, tiptoed all the way down the stairs and sneaked out the backdoor. He waited for me in the middle of the garden, keeping his distance from the Manor. Back to his black outfit, he reminded me of something I’d heard in many a ghost-hunting video: a shadow darker than the darkness around. That was Brandon Price under the stars, before the full moon rose above the woods. Not exactly an appealing figure to approach on that freezing dark night. The only pro was that he’d replaced his baseball hat with a beanie, which would allow me to see about an inch more of his shadowy fac

The wild ghost gave him a briefing, “Sir North Ghost is a first-class ghost under the direct command of the Ghost King. There are four Ghost Kings, but there are sixteen Ghost Dukes. The magical powers among the Ghost Dukes are also divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. Sir North Ghost is a first-class Ghost Duke. Some say that his combat power surpasses that of other Ghost Kings." Nathan was instantly filled with awe towards this ghostly viscount. At that moment, a sound rang out in the sky. "Sir North Ghost, what wind brought you here? You are truly a rare guest," a green-robed ghost lord landed in front, just as the words fell. Nathan recognized that he was the same person

My neck screams in pain from the long hours of bending from sketching and spending a couple of hours burying my nose in the laptop. I moved my neck side by side with a grimace, and then the elevator door opened. My heart thudded strongly against my will at the sight of the man who magically appeared in front of my eye. Although seeing him in the workplace doesn't seem like magic, it appears that way to me because Gray Westmore is like a magical creature. I am convinced that he had that power to make me weak, his gaze alone made my skin tingle and made my heart race with excitement despite my brain telling me to stop. “Get in” It wasn't a plea but an order and for some reason, I obeyed.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

one of them answered. “You think I’m stupid? You dumb, crazy fools. Commoners don’t fight like this.” Gautam grinned wickedly. “You’re insane! Die!” His blade swung, aiming for the shadow knights’ necks. Resigned, faces pale from fatigue and despair, the knights braced for the end. The air reeked of blood. They thought it was over. A kick to the side of Gautam’s neck sent him staggering and crashing to the ground. A figure in white robes with a face covering had sent Gautam kissing the dirt.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate