Little Ghost Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

Each swing of their swords passed through the air with eerie precision, and though they looked solid, their movements had weightlessness of ghosts. Damian roared as one struck him across the shoulder. He retaliated with a dagger, but it passed through the knight as though through mist. “What the—?” He snarled, staggering back. “Damian!” Laura shouted. He turned toward her, his face bloodied, his eyes wide with relief and confusion. “Laura?” Hope clung to her, the crystal glowing brightly at the sight of him. Then Laura froze, the faces of the knights were hollowed, ethereal and trapped between worlds. They weren’t living men at all.

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

At that moment, a glint of murderous intent flashed across Gerald’s eyes as the youth retrieved the Phangrottom Talisman! Once it was in his grasp, the talisman immediately began emitting a dark purple light… that soon released an immense wave of energy! The next thing anyone knew, countless ghosts—who appeared to be warriors of the Phangrottom Clan—suddenly manifested! The Soul Hunters didn’t even have time to register what was happening before they were mercilessly attacked by the ghosts…! Within seconds, the only thing that remained of the Soul Hunters were pools of blood… “H-Holy sh*t…!” exclaimed the shocked Rey as he immediately began rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.