The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

Not magic. Something older. Its feet didn’t touch the ground. It hovered just above the soil, dragging tendrils of smoke like veils. “You opened the Gate,” Celeste said. “You think that mark makes you special?” I didn’t answer. I focused, trying to steady my pulse, trying to hold the fire. Because it didn’t want to be calm. Not now. It wanted to tear through me. “You keep trying to hold onto them,” Celeste said, her voice sliding between tones. “Kael, the shadow prince. Riven, the watcher. And this one,” she turned toward Thorne, “the broken blade.”

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

Being a Royal is strange. "And how am I alive right now?" Crimson looks up at Roel, who hesitates before he answers. "We are not sure, exactly." "It was not dark magic, sweetheart," Crimson attempts to soothe. "This is a miracle, a gift from the Angels. Everyone knows you died before you truly lived out your potential. You're here to finish what you started, of course." I frown at the mention of dark magic. What is that supposed to mean? Sighing, I look down at the photos again as Crimson shows me another.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

Chapter 20: The Ghostly Grotto Titan jumped, ready to fight or flee as needed. He stared at Prince Hayden. Prince Hayden stared at him. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be watching Corinna! Where is she?” Bellowed the Prince angrily. Titan relaxed. This was the real Hayden, not a doppelgänger. “It’s really you? You’re not a doppelgänger? How do you know it's really me?” Questioned Titan, the Prince’s lack of suspicion making Titan suspicious again.

However, the difference between the thirteenth prince and the other princes was the fact that they had strong walls of protection around them and he had absolutely nothing and absolutely no way of protecting himself. The moment that the corns prince finally mounts the throne and becomes the alpha king of the kingdom. It could very much be taking his last breathe in this world. This was the reason that he had to move very fast even if it meant risking his life once or twice in the process. The thirteenth prince decided to do yet another brief scan of the garden but unfortunately, his eyes caught the eyes of the Luna herself. Her ebony skin seemed to sparkle more tanks to the rays from the sun

Abbas asked Prince, "Who are you, young man, and what do you desire on this continent?" "Hey, don't you spit bullshit. Do you believe the Indo continent is devoid of men?" said Prince authoritatively. If you don't want any problems, simply park your demons and leave this content right away, or I will murder you and all your descendants. Oh, your statement has made me realize what kind of person you are. You are Justice Maclean, Prince of Scotland. Everyone knows you're dead, so why are you returning, or are you a ghost? I'm sorry, ghost, but I don't deal with ghosts; I deal with real people. You should go if you don't want a second-death master ghost. I check on Dr. Boating, my servant. So,

He stood before the prince at the foot of the bed and saluted with a bow and greeted “Good morning Your Highness.” “Good morning Ming Xuan.” Jin Huan replied to his attendant as he stretched. Through the translucent blue curtains Ming Xuan could clearly see the silhouette of the prince. He noted to himself that the prince has been awake for a while which was unusual as this Third Prince would often wake up close to noon. The he realised that the faint sounds of weapons clashing could be heard in a distance. While it was not too loud as to disturb the prince it was enough to identify. Besides this Third Prince is a light sleeper though would often fall back asleep once he woke.

The lanterns hanging from the low branches flicker with each passing breeze, painting gold streaks across faceless masks. No laughter. No voices. No sound except the soft rustle of fabric brushing past. White masks move through the maze like ghosts- slow, graceful, anonymous. Lucien’s is one of them. I see the glint of his coat ahead, just for a second, before he turns a corner and vanishes. I follow, trying to keep track, but the deeper I go, the quieter it gets. The hedges grow taller, thicker, swallowing the lamplight whole. I take a turn, dead end.