The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

Each time Meela took her eyes away, she was whipped on the back, and she cried. She began to curse Athena, "You worthless, unfilial daughter! You did this to your mother. I will not spare you, I curse you. It will not be well with you. Everything I ever did was for your sake, but you have never once appreciated me, and now you left me here to suffer alone. You'll pay the price, Athena!" The guards whipped her and told her she wasn't allowed to speak, but to keep staring up at the sky. Back in the Thazik Kingdom, the guards who had come from Kathy's Kingdom went to see the king. They told him that they were messengers from the king and they were searching for Princess Kathy.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

Chapter 4: The Feast of Shadows Karina’s heart hammered in her chest as the vampire’s words echoed in her mind. *The Third Prince of Zorana*. A bloodline. A kingdom. She wasn’t just some ordinary orphan—she was part of a story far darker and more complex than anything she could have ever imagined.

said Bodrick. Noticing the minor changes in their faces, Bodrick opened his mouth once more, “However, you shouldn’t worry too much. This is the Land of Ghosts after all. About a thousand years ago, it was the training ground of evil practitioners. There are Blizzard Vampires, the Ice King, and the countless Headless Horsemen out there. Each of them carried great battle power. Besides, the horrible thing at the altar’s something to be reckoned with. Even to this day, I’ve not managed to defeat it. If it weren’t for Lord Rowse’s intervention, I doubt I would’ve lived to see this day. Plus, there’s that blanket of rotting fog. What I’m trying to say is, we probably won’t be getting any visitor

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

“You know that fortune-teller at the corner of the Lunar Garden, right?” “Right. Everybody knows that conman,” retorts the teenager. “He is not the conman,” snaps the woman. “Please get to the point, Mariet,” says Vince to her while giving a stern look at the teenager, who smiles him back sheepishly. “He told me that he sensed a wave of new magical aura a few days ago but disappeared immediately after that.” “That’s all?” asks Vince. A disappointment is apparent in his voice. Mariet nods uncertainly. “Let me get this straight,” says the teenager with a chortle, “You think that means Prince Desoare is in this kingdom.”

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.

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

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."