Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

He sounded so carefree as if he was making fun of his master's helpless situation. "You just want me to sit idle and do nothing? So, what if I am a ghost?" His master asked in resentment. "You're not in a stable condition yet." Replied Little Veen. "So, you're not powerful enough." The man grunted as he ran his fingers in his head. “How can this be?!" He roared angrily. Little Veen just watched him with his cute poker face that didn't show any hint of care. "You're technically a ghost now. Nothing more. You don't even have a body, to begin with." He explained. ‘I thought you realised it from the day we've been tossed here’, his eyes said.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

King Aldrich growled and banged his fist couple of times on white door, he angrily turned back but right that instant three of male ghost stood behind him, their face looked blank but king Aldrich was behaving like maniac upon seeing them… they were the ghost of his father and two elder brother. “YOU… YOU ALL… CANNOT DO ANYTHING TO ME, I AM IMMORTAL…. “ he loudly growled on top of his lungs “I KILLED YOU ALL ONCE AND ILL… KILL YOU AGAIN……” he said in maniac tone and tried to push them away but miserable fell flat on wooden ground, he winced and rolled over on his back.

This time, he lets me step to the side just enough to gather my bearings. He raises a brow at me—his small action softening the anxiety within me. “I was just introducing myself to your wife, King,” Angelo says from the side. I don’t turn to look at him, keeping my eyes on Rino’s as they darken. “It was a pleasure speaking to you, Mrs. Garcia.” I can hear the underlying smirk in his voice. Rino moves until he’s just a breath away from Angelo, his large frame towering over the man as he whispers something into his ear. I watch carefully as Angelo’s face turns sour in seconds.

- the deity continued. Olivia silently listened to the deity’s story. This was such a long story! “So, you’re mean is that I am a nominee?” The deity: “At least you should listen to the whole story!.” The deity coughed, trying to come back to his serious appearance. “That’s right! You’re a nominee. The ancient deity is in the 9th room. Congratulations! Young recruit.” At that time, Olivia looked at him with admiration. “You are nominated by god so your responsibility will be so high and you will have to work hard. You will have to take my power, use your soul and swear to protect this place, spend your whole life in service of the highest god. Do you approve or not?”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

“If Alonzo’s ghost wants a war, then he can be sure that I'll burn his memory to ash. Again. And if some pathetic follower thinks he can dress in his master’s shadow, I’ll make sure he dies wishing he stayed in it. I'll make sure to give him a taste of his own work.“ The men kept their eyes averted, silence pressing down heavy. Nero’s boots clicked sharply against the asphalt as he walked right up to the crucifix. His hands curled into fists at his crucifix. He stared at the carved message again, lips pressed in a thin line. There was no mistake. It was the same. He knew that Nico was right. He had been thinking the same thing. There was no way this was a coincidence. “Do you think it could

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I answered it, putting it on speaker. A voice, old, calm, and full of a cold, quiet rage, filled the car. It was Vittorio Bianchi. “You think you have won, boy?” he hissed, the sound like snakes slithering over dry leaves. “You think you can turn my allies against me with the scribbles in a dead man’s diary?” There was a pause, and then his next words froze the blood in my veins. “You have your queen. But you have forgotten about my ghost. And he is coming for her.”

They dipped the bottom in red paint or blood. There was a card. Nico picked it up with two fingers, his face full of fury. He read it and handed it to me. The handwriting was elegant. *Checkmate in three moves. See you at the Gala. V.* "V?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Who is V?" Nico stared at the pawn. His jaw clenched tightly, as if his teeth would crack. "Valenti?" I suggested. "Sloane?" "No," Nico said. "Sloane is an ally, this... this is a ghost."